Something about Lytton's life. Born 10-01-1993. 
In 2006. <<<<<. District Bogura. We had a lot of trees in that color. We used to bamboo in that gram. The name of our grammar. We had a small house in Ulipur where we lived. There are 3 of us in our family. My (father) is my (mother) and I. My father was a farmer and my mother was Girini. Our lives were going very well. Thakhan is my age (5) years. At that time in 1998, the name of our gram was announced. There is an elementary school. My (mother) made me on class 1. Then this is how I used to go to Padin School. Then I sang my (dad) (mom) duijuna madh jhagra song from school last year. Then (my) mother got angry with me. Nani's grammar showed the village's kuturbari. That is why my (father) does not find our Kunu khuj khabar nilna in this way Putin's victory. My (mother) and I are not in my house. My son will build the forest. My little child was born in the forest and his name may be Sanjida Akhter. My (mother) fell ill and just a few months later, my (mother) died. After that, my body was buried and buried. After this Gotna, my little child Bon and I both came to my aunt's house. Last year, my aunt and uncle introduced me to class 1 in this grammar school. Here too, I have to wear it on the same day in school. Then class 2 passed like this., Then up to class 3 and class 4. Writing stopped right after me. But I will write my writing and I will have to write the value of my next writing will be written after me. My aunt and uncle did not write after me. They used to pay me Rs. While I was living, my aunt in the work bath dialogue, my son, Khalat Bhaiyarang, my mother used to spread my aunt with her, she was learning to spread there. After having a marriage, my father also told me to get married for the second time and then the family left. My aunt will be completely gone and my aunt will be completely gone. I went to that Bogra Phulbari. My father and my honest mother are there because of their mistake. So I have a complete list of my aunts, so I have to stay there in one sitting, but there is no peace for me, then there is no mother in this world. I came in front of my shot aunt Bogura Shivbati I am there from my choice. My aunt thinks that my aunt is my uncle. I am present with her again. She learns to work with my uncle for 1 year to learn. My mama is namanakar but my mama's job is just to steal light baat and spotter. I saw that it was a work of poison, so I talked about it from there and let me do something. .............. I can tell you all the hardships of my life and I will not explain it in paper and pen ................ ......... So ..... ............ My life story ends one after the other ................. The only person who makes a mistake is .......... If you write something wrong ................... then you will see the direction of the farm >> >>
In 2006. <<<<<. District Bogura. We had a lot of trees in that color. We used to bamboo in that gram. The name of our grammar. We had a small house in Ulipur where we lived. There are 3 of us in our family. My (father) is my (mother) and I. My father was a farmer and my mother was Girini. Our lives were going very well. Thakhan is my age (5) years. At that time in 1998, the name of our gram was announced. There is an elementary school. My (mother) made me on class 1. Then this is how I used to go to Padin School. Then I sang my (dad) (mom) duijuna madh jhagra song from school last year. Then (my) mother got angry with me. Nani's grammar showed the village's kuturbari. That is why my (father) does not find our Kunu khuj khabar nilna in this way Putin's victory. My (mother) and I are not in my house. My son will build the forest. My little child was born in the forest and his name may be Sanjida Akhter. My (mother) fell ill and just a few months later, my (mother) died. After that, my body was buried and buried. After this Gotna, my little child Bon and I both came to my aunt's house. Last year, my aunt and uncle introduced me to class 1 in this grammar school. Here too, I have to wear it on the same day in school. Then class 2 passed like this., Then up to class 3 and class 4. Writing stopped right after me. But I will write my writing and I will have to write the value of my next writing will be written after me. My aunt and uncle did not write after me. They used to pay me Rs. While I was living, my aunt in the work bath dialogue, my son, Khalat Bhaiyarang, my mother used to spread my aunt with her, she was learning to spread there. After having a marriage, my father also told me to get married for the second time and then the family left. My aunt will be completely gone and my aunt will be completely gone. I went to that Bogra Phulbari. My father and my honest mother are there because of their mistake. So I have a complete list of my aunts, so I have to stay there in one sitting, but there is no peace for me, then there is no mother in this world. I came in front of my shot aunt Bogura Shivbati I am there from my choice. My aunt thinks that my aunt is my uncle. I am present with her again. She learns to work with my uncle for 1 year to learn. My mama is namanakar but my mama's job is just to steal light baat and spotter. I saw that it was a work of poison, so I talked about it from there and let me do something. .............. I can tell you all the hardships of my life and I will not explain it in paper and pen ................ ......... So ..... ............ My life story ends one after the other ................. The only person who makes a mistake is .......... If you write something wrong ................... then you will see the direction of the farm >> >>
