Ever since he woke up that morning, his mind was not right.  In the life he has led for the past six months in his private home in the village, he has had no substance to his brain.  After finishing his studies, he moved from town to town and stayed there.  Four months ago, at last, his college friend Miss.  The letter he wrote to Rose was a reminder of his old life.  He got up and looked at the gate standing on the porch.

Walking down the street, he stood on the bank of the canal that runs along the Awur border for some distance and looked into the distance to the east.  Small clouds on the horizon were as motionless as white patches.  As far as the eye could see, the individual trees appeared individually.  Small huts.  Were known among the trees everywhere.  A couple of cows were grazing like a timeless herd, unable to do anything.

Under his feet, in a small ditch, clear, submerged water was eroding.  The dried leaves floated on the water, spun in a small environment, and were pressed downwards, slowly, and dragged into the water.  Everything was the same in one place.  It seemed to him the same as before.  But eagerly, he returned home bored as if he thought he could see where he was, 'nowhere, nowhere'.  Wood closed the door and ate.

Ivan left the house at about one o'clock in the afternoon.  He crossed the Shiva temple at Street Corner and the Avur canal.  The one who crossed the mouth stood for a while.  Looked back.  Even that small village did not give a clear view in the bright sunlight.  The flowering plants in the temple courtyard were visible between the dilapidated walls.  Ivan had in mind the pictorial image laid out on the screen of life.

Some of the flowers were in the middle of a green appearance without being picked.  The flowers were covered with greenery, as if they had been covered with a small layer of insects.

A small bird was sitting on the washing stone in the drain.  It also flew away and disappeared into the plant, shouting, "Why, where?"  Some lay closed, eyes closed, some resting in the shadows, wandering restlessly in boredom.  They shouted incessantly for a while, and when their noise stopped abruptly, the sound of ripe alam fruits falling down unchecked intermittently.  - ho - ho - ho- ", the human voice asked.

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