Gundu Bharatanatya Nrityakarini Pooja Telugu Story

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Pooja mari Rani tala gundu cheyinkukuni 2 samvatsaram ayindi. Pooja ki juttu bhujam kindi daka malli perigindi, Rani chinna pilaka podavuga perigindi mariyu ame danini jada veyadam prarambhincindi. Prati nela, rani malli tala gundu cheyinchkuned, pooja ametone unedi kani talaku baduluga tana chankaku gundu cheyinchkuned. Okaroju, poojaku asupatrilo kyansar rogula kosam nirvahince charity showlo bharatanatyam pradarshine avakasam vaccindi. A show ki oka pratyeka sarathu undi - variki bodigundu nartaki avasaram anta.

Pooja guruvu, rende sanvatsarala kritam pooja tana tala gundu cheyinchinappudu ame entha andanga undo gurtucheskoni, a patraku ame sarigga saripotundani anukunnadu. Pooja tana talliki ee offer gurinchi cheppinappudu, rani modata sandehanga undi. “Nijanga chestava bidda? Idi cala pedda vedika, mariyu nuvvu malli gundu geeinchkovali,” ani ame ceppindi. Pooja dridha nischayanto, “amma, idi manchi karanam kosam. Nenu kachitanga cestanu” ani andi. Nelakharulo, mangalodu intiki vachinappudu, pooja tana amma tho tanu kuda gundu cheyinchkoneki nirnainchukundi.

Rani angikarinchindi, iddaru gundu cheyinchkodanki kinda kurchunnaru. Mangali venakala pilakanu alage vadilesi rani tala ni nunnaga gundu geesadu, mari pooja tala ni purtiga nuunnaga geesadu. Pradarsana rojuna, pooja pasupu rangu chira kattukuni makeup vesukuni siddhamaindi. Kani addanlo chusinaka, ame gundu nunnaga ledani anipinchindi. “Amma, nenu malli gundu geeskoni vasta,” ani ame mangali kathi pattukuni bathroom ki vellindi. Ame malli tala gundu geeskoni, jagrattaga nunnaga mariyu merisela thane gundu cheskundi.

Tarvata ame foam rasi marosari gundu geesindi. Ame bayataku vachinappudu, Rani navvi, "nuvvu chala andanga unnavu ra" ani cheppindi. Rani koncham tadi pasupu tisukoni pooja talapai mellaga pusindi, adi mettati pasupu rangunu ichindi. "Idi nee roopaniki sariga saripotundi" ani ame cheppindi. Pooja siggupadutu navvindi. Pooja vedikapaiki adugupettinappudu, ame natana mantramugdhulanu chesindi. Ame bodigundu ame nrityaniki pratyeka akarsananu ichindi. Prekshakulu ascharyanga cusharu.

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