GANDURI =

One Gram of Happiness Please!

He walked the streets tired. Their land legs after him, one after another. Her face was dirty, bloody hands and clothes just rags. The wind blew out strong. The boy was trying to raise your arms at your sides, so thought can warm .... but not succeed. I do not even know where it is going ...

Exhausted, he went against the wall and let down .... he ran his hand through his hair, but ... it is off in dirty hair and strengthened. Stomach and he had made his presence felt. Asked. But what to give?