THE BOSS AND THE WORKER

Kunjeken was looking at the distant views of the lower intersection from early in the morning on Einstein's weekly day, saying that the owner of the hungry belly was not a good political adviser. When he looked in the direction of school, he saw Einstein there. Einstein's portrait was the native of the headmaster Govindanmash two days ago at the primary school, which was founded in 1955, against Thomas's peelock on the hill and the broken old gate. Since then, Kunchkin and Einstein have been relicated several times. How many things have been felt since the morning that he had got at least one cut. Unpreviously, Einstein's picture was left behind and was ineffective. It was taken these days by spreading to mind and body. By the time Belled was in school, the stomach was on fire. It began to fast until the bells of eleven. In desperation, the Kunchican asked the many things himself to do, hoping for what was going on. Every time Thomas's peek mirror emerged in the blends of his eyes and mind. Einstein heard the cry of his stomach. The frustration could have been spread on the face of that genius. Kunchken bit the question as if he wanted Einstein for a while or not. Then when the appetite rose from dawn and climbed the same palm, he said, "TAG1> Mother verifies... Anything to eat ..?”, no response from inside. The mother of Janu Denam, who calls the natives to be Janutulla, is the trap of Kunchakan's food. Any other retail swat before that would buy something. Vegetable, cheap bananas, biscuits, seaweed or anything to get rid of Thomas' peeled or mixed with back rice... Now the mother was unable to go on to work. For a few days, he was unable to come to bed and to observe. Only a meager pension that is a total of the year old to say income. In turn, there are no drugs that can sustain their lives. The garden of the mathematically adjacent to Kunchakan was occasionally built. Everyone in the land knows that a leg is powerless and reed. But with him, the boss would have persecuted Kunjekan, saying he was a blacksmith. After the full day of work, the same will be over the eyes, saying that you have more than three hundred hundred thousand of the Earl of Arri. The boss's eyes stared at Kunjeken for a day when the sun proved well almost two months ago. The number of rubberheit continued to go too low: “ Whatever you can get together, but keep going..? No watchman will do ... Yes, not in autobiography ..” The rubbers were steeped in the heat. Their greens looked at him with sympathy and kept him hand. Yet the capitalist reduced one by one for three consecutive days in a hundred looks for the Kunjakan. Behind that another incident occurred. The boss's scream was when he was tied to the chak and his head in the trough, the dung powder collided with: what's the cat.. Look and the letter work.. If you can pull the dung powder on the palm of the cool, bring your tanta to the chot of the rubber..!”, the shocked Kunjeken turned around. Only a little dung powder is hanging. It is named after the boss's lethar..The victim's angry, Inilothuki, went on for the Kunchican inventor. He was convinced of something. The boss is also disgusted with him. As usual, when Cooley received it, a hundred-notch note was reduced. When the next day, Motali Gaitinkel was there. Seeing Kunjeken and the color of the boss changed: “ Here you have to come to the money. I didn't earn anything for Cooley... ”, and the boss turned his eyes on it. For a while, Kunchken stood around there, but only had the boss's tone together.Po, Po or Po...” The gatetouch capitalist walked inside by repeating it in a drowsy stamble. One month to date after the funeral was lost in the rubbertown. In the meantime, the young leader's involvement of an important political party has made matters worse. Patillo if left “... He should be taught a lesson. ” The leader's tone is thickened. Eyes burned. It was up from the beginning that he took to the boss's gate in the morning, colliding with Kunchakan and a few party followers. The capitalist stunned like a middle horn. Anger looks at the eldest leader boss ‘Even is the cashier here, not the pitcher. It is our duty to protect rights. He called the big mouth ’ enough for this to be cash. One of the cunchmen, who stood under the cover of the Thai seed of the great flour close to the gate, looked into the space. He had encountered the firemen from the boss's eyes. The leader was not like a giant gate ahead, like the humbles of a large machine. He loudly convened on the 1975 Tribal Land Act and its 1999 amendment. The obeaut capitalist slowly walked out and came to the leader. “What do you need...?” “Atu said lastllo” “ Come on, let's talk ..” The capitalist leader was assembled and taken inside. Those who came along stood out. The leader returned within many. His face was cut. “A.. Anyway, go and go.. I could fix things and say, "TAG1>" and added this to the group that had raised Kunchakan: ” Is this not the blame? Were you not good money..?” Kunchken was redirected by the leader's blame. Kunjecken did not understand what happened, but in the late, the Kunjeken went to the house of the boss. “ Cheka as a papaya flew away. ”, a tired voice from inside in response to Kunchken's asking a while ago. “ Leave it..? What is Papa..?” “ Back to the papayamer ..!” “ How many days... And this is... Back to the papaya tree ..!” With the desperate self-sightedness, Kunchaken's mouth and a few words of anger were healed. He walked back to the house, telling him that there was no papaya in it. The coconut grazing, blue tarpolynshite pulled back. Kaniv's figures are engraved by many people. The middle square is the wall of the potter. In the brine of the sun, the blue lights are scattered inside the house and played nature. Behind the house is a papaya tree that is squeezed along the wall of the bishop of the bishop. Her mother herself with planted and wetting. The coconut is a ten-ruthan-puppa papaya. Sayy. He was a good taste papaya. But what's said..! The papaya tree stood with the helplessness of the oil rodent lamp. The clau laughed as if its poles were caught. Mother would not know that this was a must-changing tree with no cloth to flower or bear fruit. There was a Nellim on the roadside before. Many have heard that Kunchaken's father was planted. It was often defended by the hunger of the Kunjeken, even after his father's death. It was abundant to starve if Nellica flew for three and drank two glasses of water.Nellimara was martyred a few years ago when the road was wide. The bread was planted by mother Papayaathi. “ But one of the wild is for Kerrino..”, the mother's voice again, after the bending of Kunchkan's thoughts. “ Why is this mother Keta...?”, Kunjeken said in the nimulation of murmur. He used to go to the woods every day. That was the traditional floor for the forest dwellers. The reed and the men will walk away. The space will get some wood, get honey, and some will come before the wild or rabbit…. As the real thieves began to get into the country, the locals became the common name. The law sparked tears. Forestkeepers became more alert. The foresters lost their dust and the dust. He was downhill and spent some time looking at the papaya and returning to the house. The sky that pretends to fall like something protested. Clouds in black The presidents run the wind. Black tails laugh. Kunchken thought: There is no swiry no matter. The appetite will take its color out. Occasionally minted with nails. Then the ball hook inside the stomach at regular intervals. When the stomach is well corrected, the firewall disappears into the command. For a while, the wine may spread like a wildfire. One thing that was ready was to be a kitchen and looked at. Nothing was found to be good. How to wet all the vessels. The vessels were ridiculed for being seen as the fence of Kunchacon. Whatever the mother said, if there was nothing at home to starve in the days when his mother was in cash, she would have said any ways to become a mother. Once in, he looked in and said loud: “ Dunning now Chakame...”, a steel cup ramed as pathetic as the bottom. The chestcan bowed to power. What's this mother quiet..? Sleep or again? 'The mother stopped working and will be in bed recently, and there is a poke of tea in the tea powder and ten-forming retail and no one sees the hill; Thomas's peelocks. Something will buy. It will be given by shocking the kunchikan early on drinking tea. There is no lax in which mother had eighty. How many days this is..! The fierce attack of the tea pottery fungus has faded for the day. In the time of thought, a fire of the chestcan's stomach was grazing through a throat. Dehamaki was paralyzed. Unbearable pain in the stomach. Like fighting anyone within the stomach. Alas, Kunchken was a cry that had been repeatedly extended to death. Then he leaned over the Thai bottom of the younger subscriber. He felt great for a moment. The mother called inside the bread and the rest, saying: “ The peelocks of the papaya Illacha Thomas are mud, grass and kits...” As he had reached a wall, his mother's ochea became Nerthiland. It is swollen to drowsiness. Mother's sleep is like that, the venue and the hunger.. Sometimes hungry with pain.. The mother's last text came to mind the face of Orthopal Thomas. Kunchkin felt some kind of Vallai. It's not like the one when. Dislikes have been written on the face. Yesterday he had just arrived and had stretched out the tea that someone had backed up, and then a single-flying with those who read the newspaper and gossip: “ If you learn around, it'll be a habit.. Not for the government and for the Warikori.. And all these go to money ..!” The ring of laughing at many of the meaning is now in the jungle of Kunchakan. A firepiece was rolled into the stomach and the stomach. Walking in front of you, the isolated hand stretches down. It was one-yote. Thomas's peelock is the way to Mainrod on the edge of the way. There are always people, come to buy things, and Sora is the ones who say, and the children of the opposite school.. There is no person and mass past in Mainrod. Such as many seas will join together, Ocha will be in the plural. Thomas Peelock will open every morning. The Anthony's Punter will pray for a few moments by burning the candle before the form. Those who drink hot for bread and hot will start to rush. Kunchken learned this when Thomas's clock came from money a few days before he stopped going to work near the funeral. The main job was to take away goods and tea-milaharadis. Initially, it seemed to be a big mess, but the rhythm went wrong in just a few days. In a busy evening, the leg fell on the web to everyone with the reed leg. Two glasses with tea emerged. Some people who fell into the diphs called the greenish. The ehemasakamakan of Kunchikan, who was so impressed, trembled. The fingers eruded for fear. Thomas lost his sense of space. Darkness in the eyes was dashed. Thomas is the only thing that has come to the epony, and that the kunchek has been thrown out. Einstein looked at the space as the implementation of the tertilized kunchakan. Hate, sympathy and neglect were combined in the face of many of the acquaintances. With a small injury, the kunchican stood at the corner of the peek. The fruit and nuts in the mirror were masked by the Kunjekan. Every Robusta bunch tied up the space and the right, which is a little inner. The beautiful fruits that emerged in the yellowish have enchanted the kunchakan. And the belly bull was perivated. The potter felt like drinking a tea. “ Whataka you ..?”, Thomas's tone-torn stone fell into the forest as well as a leg. Like the scared turtle, the kunchican took the head back. The palm of the mantem with bread and stomachlaro chira. Thomas, who evaluated for each moment, returned to the rush. Kunjecken's inner being blamed. When asked, he had to say. The eephita is also closed. “ Chaya...”, Kunchaken said aloud. No, no future heard. “ Or tea..”, said loudly. This time Thomas turned around and looked at Kunchakan for a severe. “ Right in hand.. Not telling you, Cashew, there is nothing to do with you.” “ as is as explicit... The problem is getting it all day. No money will be willing ..!”, another man clashed on Thomas' transplant: “NIANK PINGOMENETE AND EATE ..?”It's like hearing the joke. There are those who stare at the point of being a despicable creature. If you say, Kunchikan has grown up with hair and beard, and the appearance of a primitive man. Chembling hair loss. Kure reed into the face. What to do..! You need to cut your hair and even get rid of it at least! If someone says yes, it will start talking about hair-driven obesity inflation. How can he who went to school for a few years only because he was pronounced..! Thomas's incandure developed a lack of bagel inside the cunch. Not a vendor, he may think of Awan Patu. But what about the rest. It has been worth listening for a few days. Even on the face of acquaintances there is artificial strangers. A kind of neglect in actions. Everyone, even though he is not harming anyone. The ripe robusta bunch tied to the corner of the peelock was blown away in the small wind. Schoolchildren who started buying powder-fitting rainstorm candy turned around. Sora said that few people are entering as cochives.. The potter is that the chestcan's stomach rolled over again and rose to the muscle as augney and filled the darkness into the eyes. So the throat was dry, the feet trembled, and the ehemazakal weakened. Suddenly the crant was turned to blindfold and the darkness was dashed inside the peel. Thomas searched for the fire to repair anyone inside the dark. The stale is stirred once in the wind. It called Kunchakan. No one saw the clapping and touched the Kunjken fruit. Along with Catala, Raezne fell into Kunchakan's hand. No one saw the wind and the chattel, except the wind and the chattel, and the cunchican pee clogged behind the clock. The backwaters sank to the cunchican floor in the unexpected chavit when the second fruit was read. The fruit spilled into many pieces. Monay of “.. Kakan's down..? I thought no one would see, right? ”, unfamiliar voice. In all four days, the lamp rang. Those who run some of the feet. Those who have even been crowded without the subject. Within many, one. “ The land is not near this. ”, the samson words, which went to the alien church and crossed the words of the mosque for the upplay of the mosque. The number of rubbersheets at “ ° level is low and has no way to become an event. ”, a new invention of rubber cutter sumation with a mathematical level. “ If so, my skin was stolen and stolen by Even. ” Sunil, who was playful as a witness to Pilate's Kalthalam, said. “ Not a fruit or two.. Not a pinnacle to come.. Patilla”, Thomas' words became a fire-to-fire oil if they left alone. The Kunchkin balanced on a certain leg, despite the strong push of anyone in the back. His head was lowered by the burden of blame, hearing the stories of the next weed in the area, and the walls were laid. “ No, I'm not ...”, his voice was trapped between bearded hairs. I don't know who first took the face. The Kunchken fell to the ground. The look fell to Einstein's face in front. Einstein stood without the coosale with perfect helplessness. Kunchken tried to catch up: “ No, nothing has been eaten for two years.. Husbandry: ”, knocked on the attic and dusted as a kengel butter. “ Scared and killed that dog...”, someone was attic. The people shouted at it. The cry of Kunchaken sank inside. The view faded. Many people trampled him with the karma of those assigned to sing. He tried to get to the plane and fell into a strong pushless again. “ Mother...”, the shouts after the cry went on the course of descending. The janem was scattered as if it had been thrown into the fire with a murmur. The chorneys flowed into the nose of the covered stone on the roadway. Kunchaken's bed was groaning the malle.With more life for the rain drops, the chorak is plowed on the soil. The boards combined and crossed Thomas. Those who had been in the middle of the moment disappeared in many d***s. Some of the pedestrians re-washed into him where the raincatalate remained stationary. The young men who played carams at their palecut club also sang. Once there, the crowd became there. Some of them have afforded Kunchikan and put him in the woods. The back of the head was inserted into the thorthum and the line was rounded. “ Ambulance lamp ..”“Should be contacted by the police ..” “ Any related ones here..” “Pulls seem to have gone ..” “Oh, the ambulance will take early to come. For the wrewreck.. Mitten Seriasa..”, where not you know, the young leader, a protector of the seaboard, appeared in the hanging water. He was copying the pictures of Kunchaken on his phone with several angles. He is the one who left the man to bring down the baby's jeep. The Panna luxury of a truck of the Annaram Mathene Motali braced the chief and the next. Window glasses fell to the version. “ Motility, as soon as possible, canow the Kunchakan hospital. Let’s barely say life. Kate..? ”, the Motivator tended the Narantushek who had been inspired. Then he took his time from the pressed brake and placed it on the accelerator. Window glasses dilemma. The charcoal trunks flew in the air with incense. The baby's jeep flew for the bread. Annat is not the one who does not know the baby and jeep who runs the junction and into the interior. Babitan stood ready as a fighter like anything, though he feared the realization that a life that fell into the abyss of death was in his hand. A group of young people with a hanging-faced leader boarded the cart. “ You know all behind it ..?”, the young leader, sitting in a flying cart, looked at the baby, so he was so stupidly. As the baby was afraid, she said: "That was one." After the youth's long-term relief, the jeep was driven into the hospital's emergency. The white shirt was also in front of the Ellakandai. So the baby said to himself with a helplessness: ‘Evana must admit.!’ “hi Is Very Crying. Nothing is said for forty hours. ”, helplessness was reduced in the words of the main doctor. The hanging-thinking event by the crowd of the hutter, the black-fledged, was posted in the social media. So the surrounding world man. Within seconds the news and pictures went viral. The Kunchican became the eye of the social media. The ruling and opposition were together. The intellectuals came out of the mall. The cameras rushed to the so-called Janutullah to get up. Pictures of Kunchaken's hut have waveed on TV channels and social media. It was again confusing that some child leaders called through channels that the Kunjecan was cannabis. The channelers spread to Govindanmash, as he said that he sold cannabis among schoolchildren had previously been invented by teachers. Wiki without having words appearing on channels without evidence if it is ink. It was speculated that the state had too much pressure on the arrest of the murderers and that some were called to the station for interrogation. Many newschannels have repeatedly broadcast ministers' assurance that they will be convicted and convicted of criminals. During this, the group led by the pillar-shirt led at the intersection of the party, the protest struggle was made. The temporary ball was made for it. Two vehicles were jumping through the line with the announcement by Mike. “ The protest is party political...”, the pillar-waters shirt in the plain were occasionally reminded of the natives. The news that Kunchken died came before evening. The sky was turbulent. Black clouds ran up and around the ring. The negotiations competed in the channels. The slogans in the plain are tough for the slogans. The pillar spoke to other leaders for a while. Then we looked at the dams and then again took Mike's hand: “ We are alone in the party that is the only thing that is against the tragic murder of Kunjeken, our country's beloved His speech touched the hearts of the people. The claws of the mountain echoed in the spirit of nature. Within a while, the struggle was transformed into a pedestrian jath for Kunchaken's home. The most recent white-cooked locals and elites. The men who had built the people torn the darkness and were moved before Einstein. Slogans sounded like seaweed. Putup or Samson and Sumesh came close. The eyes collided. Sumesh looked at Samson by biting the slogan that the rage was shining. Samson turned his eyes and fingertips to the front. A flash of lush in the face of both. Thomas, the youngest white shooter, joined them and the Matheran capitalist..! The slogans that the young leader calls are all enthusiastic. Looking at Jathang and looking at Govindanmash Einstein, who stood by the school's gate, said: “ The balance of life like Kunchakan is full of shortcomings.” It was right and baby fingled on the nose: “ Like..!” “ Arrest the gunmen of Kunchakan.. Resign and leave the government...” The slogans of the young leader who made the hangar-shirts were set to fire. The atmosphere was flammable in the crowd's chisel. The last ray of the sun fell on the earth. The sun went down. Stars proved to be fingerned on the horizon. Between them, the full moon rose, despite the carmages.