Born in the most beautiful and holy country, for the sins we have committed, all of us are children, young and elderly who pay karma without any difference, gas queues, oil queues for days and nights without any sun, drenched in the rain, this talking second is amazing I am suffering.. We hear the tearful stories of people inside these queues that they want to go back home without oil, to drink tea from a shop in the morning, or to buy at least a water bottle from a shop.. We will see..
No matter how hard the times are, our hearts cannot suppress humanity, and if we can help our own people in any way we can, it would be a great time...
But now you will think too.. When the price of goods is flying sky high, we are in queue without a cent, how can we get another person to turn up... However, it's not a hard work to think, it's like a river being built with a lot of rain drops, collecting a small rupees one by one for our people, it doesn't cost a big deal to give a cup of tea, a glass of drinks... It doesn't take a long way and work hard to find the right place.. Because this oppressed queue system has become an epidemic as one line meets another one on the road...
A few people have come together near the house. Shall we meet some of your friends and try a different dansal like this.. Definitely, the queue dansal system will be a new definition for the Vesak Poson Dansal culture that has been away from us for years.. Because, these queues are not only sweating and tears because of our own people who need our help, if not today or tomorrow you will have to spend the day in a line..
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