Once upon a time there was a girl named Rubab. She lived in the
beautiful valley of Eden. Her Eden was a beautiful valley with lush
green scenes and her loneliness. That loneliness did not mean that she
had no friends. rather it means that her biggest friend was herself. And yes the bond she felt with the most Beneficial power was her only treasure.
We can count this bond in her friendly relations. Life so closed to nature meant some specialty in her nature. Take it as some specialty in view point or some rawness in manner.
One thing was prominent in her. Guess what was it. In whole life
of her she used to be Rubab, or Rubab or Rubab. How this being Rubab impacted
her life is a long story. But to make it easy I shall tell it in a number of
short passages.
Why I telling this story is because, unfortunately (or may be fortunately), her time of existence does not lie too much in past. She lived closed to present. And she is still living. Another importance of her story, to me only, is that she is I, or Rubab is I. So why can her, or my, story be important to you? This is because it is an ordinary and common story from and ordinary and common girl about ordinary and common pieces of her life which are special for her. So if you are an ordinary and common man, and your life is ordinary, common yet special to you, then you can continue reading. Others may quit this ordinary little stupidity.
We can count this bond in her friendly relations. Life so closed to nature meant some specialty in her nature. Take it as some specialty in view point or some rawness in manner.
One thing was prominent in her. Guess what was it. In whole life
of her she used to be Rubab, or Rubab or Rubab. How this being Rubab impacted
her life is a long story. But to make it easy I shall tell it in a number of
short passages. Why I telling this story is because, unfortunately (or may be fortunately), her time of existence does not lie too much in past. She lived closed to present. And she is still living. Another importance of her story, to me only, is that she is I, or Rubab is I. So why can her, or my, story be important to you? This is because it is an ordinary and common story from and ordinary and common girl about ordinary and common pieces of her life which are special for her. So if you are an ordinary and common man, and your life is ordinary, common yet special to you, then you can continue reading. Others may quit this ordinary little stupidity.
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