Mottai Bharatanatyam nattiyakari Pooja Tamil Story

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 Poojavum Raniyum talaiyai mottaiyadittu 2 varutankal aakindraṉa. Poojavin talaimuti pinpurattin natuppakuti varai valarntiruntatu, athe nerattil Raniyin siriya katti neelamaka valarntiruntatu, aval athai kattat todankinaal. Ovvoru maathamum, Rani meendum talaiyai mottaiyadittuk kolvaal, Pooja avalutan iruppaal, talaikku patilaaka akkulkalai mottaiyadittuk kolvaal. Oru naal, putrunoy noyaalikal maruttuvamanai natattum oru thondu nigazhchiyil Bharatanattiyam seiya Poojavukku oru vaippu kidaittathu. Antha nigazhchikku oru sirappu thevai iruntathu — avarkalukku mottaiyaditta natanar kalainar thevai.

Poojavin natana guru, irandu varudangalku munbu thalaiyai mottaiyadittapodu aval evvalavu azhagaaga irundhaal enbadhai ninaivil vaiththu kondu, andha vedaththirku thaan sariyaanaval endru ninaiththaar. Pooja thanathu ammaavidam intha vaayppaip pattri sonnapothu, Rani mudhalil sandhegappattaal. “Unakku uruthiyaaga theriyumaa, kutti? Ithu oru periya medai, nee meendum un thalaiyai mottaiyadikka vendum,” endru aval sonnaal. Pooja uruthiyudan, “Amma, idhu oru nalla kaaranaththirkaaga. Naan adhaich seyven,” endru pathilalithaal. Maadha iruthiyil, vazhakkamaana muttiruththum napar vandhapothu, Pooja than ammaavudan serndhu thalaiyai mottaiyadikka mudivu seythaal.

Rani Poojavin thalaimudiyai mottaiyadikka sammadhithaal, iruvarum mottaiyadikka amarnthanaar. Naavithar meendum seeraga thalaimudiyai mottaiyadiththu kondu, pala maathangalukku piragu Pooja thanathu menmaiyana mottai thalaiyai thottapodu oru urchaagam undaayithu. Nikalchikkana naal vandhadhu. Pooja manjal niraththa selai aninthu, oppanai seithu thayaranaal. Aanaal kannadiyil paarththapodu, aval thalai pothumaana alavu menmaiyaaga illai endru unarnthaal. “Amma, naan adhai meendum mottaiyadikka vendum,” endru aval razorai pidiththu kondu kuliyal araikku senraal. Aval thanathu aadai kazhaththu, udal maRaikka oru thundai aninthu, thalaiyai meendum mottaiyadikka thodanginaal.


Pinnar, aval nurai thattavi meendum oru murai mottaiyadiththaal. Adhu piragachikkath thodangum varai aval mottaiyadiththu kondae irunthaal. Aval veliyil vandhadum, avaludaiya amma siriththukonde, “Nee mikavum azhagaaka irukkiraai,” endraaal. Rani siridhu eeramaana manjal paste eduthu, Poojavin valukkai thalaiyil methuvaaga poosinaal; adhu menmaiyaana manjal nira palapalappai koduththadhu. “Idhu un selaikkuch sariyaa porundum, kutti” endraal. Pooja vetkathudan siriththaal. Pooja medaiyil eeriyadum, avaludaiya nadippu mayakkamaayitru. Avaludaiya valukkai thalai, avaludaiya natanaththirku oru sirappu vasiya thiranai koduththadhu. Paarvaiyaalargal aachariyathudan paarthaarkal; nadhuvargal mikavum eerkkappattanar.

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