VinipincheKathalu Story No. 243... When the fields were measured that day, Ankayya did not have to play with legs and bridges. ′′ Sir! Sir, give my land to me. I don't have anything to do. I can't stand leaving this soil ′′ said well. Sir has seen it with pity. What can sir win? Before giving injection to the child, mother's needle is not for you, she told lies that you will not be born even after stabbing, sir also told to change the child." Lower the field rate will be compensated for you. I will bow to you as if you get a pint." Ankayya will cry, will keep a dream, he has gone home.
VK243: Give my land to me sir.. Story of Mrs. M. S. K. Krishna Jyothi.. will you support. Namaste!
