Pooja ka pehla mundan ki kahani Hindi Story

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Pooja 16 varsh ki ek Dakshin Bharatiya ladki thi jo apne mata-pita ke saath ek aaraamdayak ghar mein rehti thi. Uske ghutnon tak lambe baal the, jinhen uske mata-pita bahut pasand karte the, lekin Pooja ko ve bojhil lagte the. Har subah vah ghanton apne baalon ko kanghi aur tel lagate hue bitati, phir bhi use lagta ki yah bojh abhi bhi hai. Vah apni lambi bhaalon se svatantr hona chahti thi. Ek din, Pooja ne nirnay liya ki ab aur nahi. Usne apne baal chhote karne ka socha, lekin keval chhote nahi – vah unhen poori tarah se ganja karwana chahti thi. Yah vichar use utsahit bhi karta tha aur bhaybheet bhi, lekin saath hi use ek tarah ki svatantrata ka anubhav hota tha.


Pooja apni yojana ko poora karne ke liye sahi pal ka intezaar kar rahi thi. Ek shaam, jab uske mata-pita baahar gaye hue the, usne chupke se bathroom mein ghuskar darwaza band kar diya. Usne kainchi, trimmer aur apne pita ka shaving kit nikaal liya. Uska hriday utsukta se dhadak raha tha. Drin nishchay ke saath, Pooja ne apni lambi jataon ko kainchi se kaat diya. Phir, usne trimmer ka upyog karke unhen chhota kar diya. Ant mein, usne shaving foam lagaya aur apna sir poori tarah se ganja kar liya. Yah anubhav romanchkari tha! aur uski nai ganja look usee bahuth aramdhayak laga.


Pooja ke mata-pita ghar aaye, aur vah nervous hokar unke dhyaan dene ka intezaar kar rahi thi. Jab ve living room mein pravesh kiye, to unki aankhen hairani se khul gayin. Uski mata ne hakka-bakka hokar saans li, jabki uske pita chakit dikhai diye. "Pooja, tumne yah kya kiya?" Uski mata surprise hue poocha. Pooja ke mata-pita ne ek-doosre ki aur dekhe, phir apni beti ki aur dekha. Uski mata hans pade, jabki uske pita muskuraye aur bole, "Hamne yah ummeed nahi ki thi pooja beta!" Unhone Pooja se poocha ki usne aisa kyon kiya, aur usne samjhaya ki vah apni lambi bhaal se khud ko bandi mehsoos karti thi our usee usse mukthi chahiye thi our usne mudan kiya.


Pooja ke mata-pita ne uska naya roop sweekar kiye. Unhone poocha ki kya vah khush hai, aur Pooja ne utsahpoorvak sir hilaaya. Unhone use gale lagaya, aur uski mata ne kaha, "Hamen tum par garv hai ki tum apne abaalon ka tyag karke mundan karke ganja sir ka sweekar kiya." Usi raat, Pooja ke mata-pita ne usse apne atma-khoj ke anubhavon ke baare mein baat ki. Pooja ne apne mata-pita ke aur kareeb hone ka anubhav kiya, jaisa kabhi pehle nahi hua tha.



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