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Misty Hour Manoj Das In the provincial town of the thirteenth century, dogs were barking at cars, spectators sat for hours watching silent movies, and gestures were as simple as a rainbow of violence. in the flight of the young man in the college corridors was proof enough of his response to him When the hero was able to safely take refuge and the heroine stared at the sky as the sun cooled, until it reached him. the friends came to the mystery of his emotional state and took the initiative to bring the situation to its proper beginning. Nine times he and she were out of the same category. After their parents' traditional rivalry over the stars, lobola and date, they got married and lived happily ever after. Aunt Roopwati still had enough flowers on her cheeks to give a sense of shame as she remembered those beautiful days when humility meant a newly married woman, about half of her happy faces in public, sharing a hand-drawn rhyme with her husband, and when a monthly magazine highlighted progress on its cover a young woman riding a bicycle (although the artist had forgotten to show the movement of the speakers). So the storm that must have been created by the beautiful Aunt Roopwati who joined the liberation struggle can be easily seen. And he came from a well-known and graduated family. He said he could sing as a singer.