PRANAB BHOWMICK

At one time I, used to think that God exist’s in people, I do not know whether there is a God or not. Is it not sinful to be gay, or am I a sinner, the one I love to betray me.

Everyone says the world is good if it is good or not, the price of cheating lightning betting is high.

Today I have nothing, no money, no intellect. Helping me will help many. I ‘m helpless.

May God bless you and your Family.....

I don’t know good English, if mistaken, forgive please, understand what I mean. First of all, my love to you, my love for you. I was a very poor boy, I had many dreams. I had a habit of writing. By myself I used to write song poems. I also read about the poor. I had a dream that I would sing the song c on a lot of money stand beside the poor.

That dream has never been more successful. I was in a small shop borrowing a lot of money to run a pet. I was thinking of buying some guitar from the shop and standing next to the poor wretch. But, my shop is not doing well.

The mother is ill at home and can’t treat her properly. I sold some of my fathers land and repaid some debt.

I have yet to repay the loan of ninety thousand bucks. I could not bye a guitar, not could I stand beside the poor.

I thought I’d take some money loan and treat my mother. But do not dare to return to the shop or how to repay. I’m not doing anything in my head, so I’m asking for help. A patient has been suffering for over a year, some of which I’ve helped, but I can’t help anymore. Give me some money, this sick man can help him. My friends are too for away from me because I have no money, I have become helpless. I have grown up alone. Please help me....