Then I asked about her friends and teachers.
She said, " Mamma today my teacher brought a guitar."
I asked, " How is the guitar?"
She replied," It is a big one. It look so nice but I didn't play that. "
I said, "Why?"
She started to complain about her teacher saying that, "she took the guitar when Nanda turn has come."
The next day morning (i.e today) when Nanda reached the school her papa spoke to her teacher regarding guitar.
Nanda's teacher said, "Nanda is the last one, who played the guitar."
Then Nanda's papa understood that "she is not satisfied in playing guitar."
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