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Devanshi
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Jul 31, 2012 12:13AM
This began through the streets of Delhi suburbs where a boy found everything that made him realize what poverty doesn't come to be in conjunction with. He decided to talk to himself to convince his mind that poverty was not a state where you can do whatever your
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This began through the streets of Delhi suburbs where a boy found everything that made him realize what poverty doesn't come to be in conjunction with. He decided to talk to himself to convince his mind that poverty was not a state where you can do whatever your mind
This began through the streets of Delhi suburbs where a boy found everything that made him realize what poverty doesn't come to be in conjunction with. He decided to talk to himself to convince his mind that poverty was not a state where you can do whatever you
This began through the streets of Delhi suburbs where a boy found everything that made him realize what poverty doesn't come to be in conjunction with. He decided to talk to himself to convince his mind that poverty was not a state where you can do whatever your mind makes
This began through the streets of Delhi suburbs where a boy found everything that made him realize what poverty doesn't come to be in conjunction with. He decided to talk to himself to convince his mind that poverty was not a state where you can do whatever you
Shreya! can i suggest that u change the game to add a sentence. i stopped playing when the sentence became too convoluted to make much sense.i think a sentence gives more scope for a good game.
hmmm that I can scooch in !:)
Guys, there is this nice idea suggested by Suchitra.
Actually, this has gotten draggy per se. Instead of one word, we'll add one whole sentence at onetime. Every user adds one line. Remaining rules are the same. 24-hour rule applies.And, by this new way we might just be able to get nearer to our story faster. :P
Here I start ...
This began through the streets of Delhi suburbs where a boy found everything that made him realize what poverty doesn't come to be in conjunction with. He decided to talk to himself to convince his mind that poverty was not a state where you can do whatever your mind has decided or planned in itself for.
This began through the streets of Delhi suburbs where a boy found everything that made him realize what poverty doesn't come to be in conjunction with. He decided to talk to himself to convince his mind that poverty was not a state where you can do whatever your mind has decided or planned in itself for. He saw an old man who seemed to be talking to his dog and he wanted to know the story behind this scene he was witnessing.
This began through the streets of Delhi suburbs where a boy found everything that made him realize what poverty doesn't come to be in conjunction with. He decided to talk to himself to convince his mind that poverty was not a state where you can do whatever your mind has decided or planned in itself for. He saw an old man who seemed to be talking to his dog and he wanted to know the story behind this scene he was witnessing. before he went to talk the the old man, he observes the man quietly. please check, i am poor the grammar
This began through the streets of Delhi suburbs where a boy found everything that made him realize what poverty doesn't come to be in conjunction with. He decided to talk to himself to convince his mind that poverty was not a state where you can do whatever your mind has decided or planned in itself for. He saw an old man who seemed to be talking to his dog and he wanted to know the story behind this scene he was witnessing. Before he went to talk the the old man, he observed the man quietly. He seemed to be in his sixties.
This began through the streets of Delhi suburbs where a boy found everything that made him realize what poverty doesn't come to be in conjunction with. He decided to talk to himself to convince his mind that poverty was not a state where you can do whatever your mind has decided or planned in itself for. He saw an old man who seemed to be talking to his dog and he wanted to know the story behind this scene he was witnessing. Before he went to talk the the old man, he observed the man quietly. He seemed to be in his sixties. He was confused, apparently not sure about what could bring the old man so close that of all he chose to talk to the dog.
This began through the streets of Delhi suburbs where a boy found everything that made him realize what poverty doesn't come to be in conjunction with. He decided to talk to himself to convince his mind that poverty was not a state where you can do whatever your mind has decided or planned in itself for. He saw an old man who seemed to be talking to his dog and he wanted to know the story behind this scene he was witnessing. Before he went to talk the the old man, he observed the man quietly. He seemed to be in his sixties. He was confused, apparently not sure about what could bring the old man so close that of all he chose to talk to the dog. He smiled tentatively at old man hoping he would respond.
This began through the streets of Delhi suburbs where a boy found everything that made him realize what poverty doesn't come to be in conjunction with. He decided to talk to himself to convince his mind that poverty was not a state where you can do whatever your mind has decided or planned in itself for. He saw an old man who seemed to be talking to his dog and he wanted to know the story behind this scene he was witnessing. Before he went to talk the the old man, he observed the man quietly. He seemed to be in his sixties. He was confused, apparently not sure about what could bring the old man so close that of all he chose to talk to the dog. He smiled tentatively at old man hoping he would respond. The old man flashed his eyes acknowledging the dilemma in the young boy's mind and hinted to come close.
This began through the streets of Delhi suburbs where a boy found everything that made him realize what poverty doesn't come to be in conjunction with. He decided to talk to himself to convince his mind that poverty was not a state where you can do whatever your mind has decided or planned in itself for. He saw an old man who seemed to be talking to his dog and he wanted to know the story behind this scene he was witnessing. Before he went to talk the the old man, he observed the man quietly. He seemed to be in his sixties. He was confused, apparently not sure about what could bring the old man so close that of all he chose to talk to the dog. He smiled tentatively at old man hoping he would respond. The old man flashed his eyes acknowledging the dilemma in the young boy's mind and hinted to come close.He looked back at the dog,and from within his pockets drew out,something that looked like some currency notes and held out for the dog to eat it.
This began through the streets of Delhi suburbs where a boy found everything that made him realize what poverty doesn't come to be in conjunction with. He decided to talk to himself to convince his mind that poverty was not a state where you can do whatever your mind has decided or planned in itself for. He saw an old man who seemed to be talking to his dog and he wanted to know the story behind this scene he was witnessing. Before he went to talk the the old man, he observed the man quietly. He seemed to be in his sixties. He was confused, apparently not sure about what could bring the old man so close that of all he chose to talk to the dog. He smiled tentatively at old man hoping he would respond. The old man flashed his eyes acknowledging the dilemma in the young boy's mind and hinted to come close. He looked back at the dog,and from within his pockets drew out,something that looked like some currency notes and held out for the dog to eat it. But this was just the material mind of the boy that thinmeat loaves looked like currency notes.
This began through the streets of Delhi suburbs where a boy found everything that made him realize what poverty doesn't come to be in conjunction with. He decided to talk to himself to convince his mind that poverty was not a state where you can do whatever your mind has decided or planned in itself for. He saw an old man who seemed to be talking to his dog and he wanted to know the story behind this scene he was witnessing. Before he went to talk the the old man, he observed the man quietly. He seemed to be in his sixties. He was confused, apparently not sure about what could bring the old man so close that of all he chose to talk to the dog. He smiled tentatively at old man hoping he would respond. The old man flashed his eyes acknowledging the dilemma in the young boy's mind and hinted to come close. He looked back at the dog,and from within his pockets drew out,something that looked like some currency notes and held out for the dog to eat it. But this was just the material mind of the boy that thinmeat loaves looked like currency notes. His mind snapped back to reality, but he asked himself, " Does it really make a difference? Food is my wealth, and wealth is my food." But then the even more confused boy lurched towards the old man with a hope that he could get some answers.
This began through the streets of Delhi suburbs where a boy found everything that made him realize what poverty doesn't come to be in conjunction with. He decided to talk to himself to convince his mind that poverty was not a state where you can do whatever your mind has decided or planned in itself for. He saw an old man who seemed to be talking to his dog and he wanted to know the story behind this scene he was witnessing. Before he went to talk the the old man, he observed the man quietly. He seemed to be in his sixties. He was confused, apparently not sure about what could bring the old man so close that of all he chose to talk to the dog. He smiled tentatively at old man hoping he would respond. The old man flashed his eyes acknowledging the dilemma in the young boy's mind and hinted to come close. He looked back at the dog,and from within his pockets drew out,something that looked like some currency notes and held out for the dog to eat it. But this was just the material mind of the boy that thinmeat loaves looked like currency notes. His mind snapped back to reality, but he asked himself, " Does it really make a difference? Food is my wealth, and wealth is my food." But then the even more confused boy lurched towards the old man with a hope that he could get some answers. And he was overcome with fear.
This began through the streets of Delhi suburbs where a boy found everything that made him realize what poverty doesn't come to be in conjunction with. He decided to talk to himself to convince his mind that poverty was not a state where you can do whatever with
This began through the streets of Delhi suburbs where a boy found everything that made him realize what poverty doesn't come to be in conjunction with. He decided to talk to himself to convince his mind that poverty was not a state where you can do whatever your mind has decided or planned in itself for. He saw an old man who seemed to be talking to his dog and he wanted to know the story behind this scene he was witnessing. Before he went to talk the the old man, he observed the man quietly. He seemed to be in his sixties. He was confused, apparently not sure about what could bring the old man so close that of all he chose to talk to the dog. He smiled tentatively at old man hoping he would respond. The old man flashed his eyes acknowledging the dilemma in the young boy's mind and hinted to come close. He looked back at the dog,and from within his pockets drew out,something that looked like some currency notes and held out for the dog to eat it. But this was just the material mind of the boy that thinmeat loaves looked like currency notes. His mind snapped back to reality, but he asked himself, " Does it really make a difference? Food is my wealth, and wealth is my food." But then the even more confused boy lurched towards the old man with a hope that he could get some answers. And he was overcome with fear. He was may be more anxious than he was supposed to be.
This began through the streets of Delhi suburbs where a boy found everything that made him realize what poverty doesn't come to be in conjunction with. He decided to talk to himself to convince his mind that poverty was not a state where you can do whatever your mind has decided or planned in itself for. He saw an old man who seemed to be talking to his dog and he wanted to know the story behind this scene he was witnessing. Before he went to talk the the old man, he observed the man quietly. He seemed to be in his sixties. He was confused, apparently not sure about what could bring the old man so close that of all he chose to talk to the dog. He smiled tentatively at old man hoping he would respond. The old man flashed his eyes acknowledging the dilemma in the young boy's mind and hinted to come close. He looked back at the dog,and from within his pockets drew out,something that looked like some currency notes and held out for the dog to eat it. But this was just the material mind of the boy that thinmeat loaves looked like currency notes. His mind snapped back to reality, but he asked himself, " Does it really make a difference? Food is my wealth, and wealth is my food." But then the even more confused boy lurched towards the old man with a hope that he could get some answers. And he was overcome with fear. He was may be more anxious than he was supposed to be. He knew something was wrong.
This began through the streets of Delhi suburbs where a boy found everything that made him realize what poverty doesn't come to be in conjunction with. He decided to talk to himself to convince his mind that poverty was not a state where you can do whatever your mind has decided or planned in itself for. He saw an old man who seemed to be talking to his dog and he wanted to know the story behind this scene he was witnessing. Before he went to talk the the old man, he observed the man quietly. He seemed to be in his sixties. He was confused, apparently not sure about what could bring the old man so close that of all he chose to talk to the dog. He smiled tentatively at old man hoping he would respond. The old man flashed his eyes acknowledging the dilemma in the young boy's mind and hinted to come close. He looked back at the dog,and from within his pockets drew out,something that looked like some currency notes and held out for the dog to eat it. But this was just the material mind of the boy that thinmeat loaves looked like currency notes. His mind snapped back to reality, but he asked himself, " Does it really make a difference? Food is my wealth, and wealth is my food." But then the even more confused boy lurched towards the old man with a hope that he could get some answers. And he was overcome with fear. He was may be more anxious than he was supposed to be. He knew something was wrong. The boy crawled nearer to the old man, with the hope that he could make out a few words of what the old man was saying to the dog. The dog glanced towards the boy and bared his sharp teeth in a snarl.
This began through the streets of Delhi suburbs where a boy found everything that made him realize what poverty doesn't come to be in conjunction with. He decided to talk to himself to convince his mind that poverty was not a state where you can do whatever your mind has decided or planned in itself for. He saw an old man who seemed to be talking to his dog and he wanted to know the story behind this scene he was witnessing. Before he went to talk the the old man, he observed the man quietly. He seemed to be in his sixties. He was confused, apparently not sure about what could bring the old man so close that of all he chose to talk to the dog. He smiled tentatively at old man hoping he would respond. The old man flashed his eyes acknowledging the dilemma in the young boy's mind and hinted to come close. He looked back at the dog,and from within his pockets drew out,something that looked like some currency notes and held out for the dog to eat it. But this was just the material mind of the boy that thinmeat loaves looked like currency notes. His mind snapped back to reality, but he asked himself, " Does it really make a difference? Food is my wealth, and wealth is my food." But then the even more confused boy lurched towards the old man with a hope that he could get some answers. And he was overcome with fear. He was may be more anxious than he was supposed to be. He knew something was wrong. The boy crawled nearer to the old man, with the hope that he could make out a few words of what the old man was saying to the dog. The dog glanced towards the boy and bared his sharp teeth in a snarl. The boy coiled back in fear. He wanted to turn and run away, but he was rooted to the ground when he recognized that the old man had soothingly started talking to the dog again in that strange language.
This began through the streets of Delhi suburbs where a boy found everything that made him realize what poverty doesn't come to be in conjunction with. He decided to talk to himself to convince his mind that poverty was not a state where you can do whatever your mind has decided or planned in itself for. He saw an old man who seemed to be talking to his dog and he wanted to know the story behind this scene he was witnessing. Before he went to talk the the old man, he observed the man quietly. He seemed to be in his sixties. He was confused, apparently not sure about what could bring the old man so close that of all he chose to talk to the dog. He smiled tentatively at old man hoping he would respond. The old man flashed his eyes acknowledging the dilemma in the young boy's mind and hinted to come close. He looked back at the dog,and from within his pockets drew out,something that looked like some currency notes and held out for the dog to eat it. But this was just the material mind of the boy that thinmeat loaves looked like currency notes. His mind snapped back to reality, but he asked himself, " Does it really make a difference? Food is my wealth, and wealth is my food." But then the even more confused boy lurched towards the old man with a hope that he could get some answers. And he was overcome with fear. He was may be more anxious than he was supposed to be. He knew something was wrong. The boy crawled nearer to the old man, with the hope that he could make out a few words of what the old man was saying to the dog. The dog glanced towards the boy and bared his sharp teeth in a snarl. The boy coiled back in fear. He wanted to turn and run away, but he was rooted to the ground when he recognized that the old man had soothingly started talking to the dog again in that strange language. It seemed to mollify the dog but it also sent the chills through the spine of the boy.
This began through the streets of Delhi suburbs where a boy found everything that made him realize what poverty doesn't come to be in conjunction with. He decided to talk to himself to convince his mind that poverty was not a state where you can do whatever your mind has decided or planned in itself for. He saw an old man who seemed to be talking to his dog and he wanted to know the story behind this scene he was witnessing. Before he went to talk the the old man, he observed the man quietly. He seemed to be in his sixties. He was confused, apparently not sure about what could bring the old man so close that of all he chose to talk to the dog. He smiled tentatively at old man hoping he would respond. The old man flashed his eyes acknowledging the dilemma in the young boy's mind and hinted to come close. He looked back at the dog,and from within his pockets drew out,something that looked like some currency notes and held out for the dog to eat it. But this was just the material mind of the boy that thinmeat loaves looked like currency notes. His mind snapped back to reality, but he asked himself, " Does it really make a difference? Food is my wealth, and wealth is my food." But then the even more confused boy lurched towards the old man with a hope that he could get some answers. And he was overcome with fear. He was may be more anxious than he was supposed to be. He knew something was wrong. The boy crawled nearer to the old man, with the hope that he could make out a few words of what the old man was saying to the dog. The dog glanced towards the boy and bared his sharp teeth in a snarl. The boy coiled back in fear. He wanted to turn and run away, but he was rooted to the ground when he recognized that the old man had soothingly started talking to the dog again in that strange language. It seemed to mollify the dog but it also sent the chills through the spine of the boy. Then
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