ভাগ্য আনার মন্ত্র

From the little I've been hearing bad with the good in our lives.

So happiness will ever come on the way, sometimes sadness like a bumper. But after stumbling on this big bump of sorrow, no one ever said what to do when the hands and feet were cut. So sometimes the mountains of exhaustion should be shaking their shoulders. Before you understand how to get out of this situation, the body and the brain begin to shatchandra one after another. Then the nearest people also go away. The lonely, warped body wants the only answer then, "When will my fate return? When will my body be bathed in happiness." How can questions be lost at one time? And we look forward to seeing the sunrise of happiness in life. Is that the sun?