Pooja la Gundu Premakathe Kannada Story

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Prasiddha nrutya vimarshakaru agiruva nyaayadheesharalli obbaru eddunintu, “Ee yuva nartaki saundaryavu kevala kudalina bagge alla endu torisidale. Avala bolu tale avala samarpane matte kaleya mele utsahakke puraveyagide,” endu heelidaru. Prekshakaru avalige eddu nintu cappale tattidaru mattu pooje avarige namaskarisitu. Tanna magalu uttama pradarshana neediddale endu tilidu, Rani hemmeyinda tumbidlu. Karyakramada nantara, Pooja nrutyada bagge olavu hondidda nyaayadheeshara maga avasthiyannu bhetiyadaru. Avaru avalige heelidaru,

“Nimma bolu tale nimma abhinayakke visheshta sparsha needide pooja. Neevu anekarige sphurti agidira.”Pooja avala abhinaya ellarannu aalavaagi sparshisitu. Avara dhairya matte baddhateyannu hogalalu aneka janaru avara balige bandaru. Avara bodugundu kevala avala vaiyaktika aykeyalla – adu itararigu sphurti needuttittu endu avaru aritukondaru. Rani tanna magalu kushiyagi iruvudannu nodi hemmapattalu.Pooja la bolu tale nrutyada melina preetiya sanketa endu avarige tilidittu. Karyakramada nantara, Pooja pradarshanagalu matte karyagaragalu aneka prasthapagalu bandevu.

Kyansar bagge jagruti moodsalu mattu tale bolisikolluvudara mahatvada bagge jagruti moodsalu tanna beleyuttiruva vedikeyannu balasalu avalu nirdharisidlu. Pooja tanna tayi Rani ge yavagalu bembala neediddakke krutajnalagiddlu. Pooja tanna bolu nrutya pradarshanagala nenapugalu yavagalu nenapisikolluttane iddalu. Avasthi pooja la nrutya pradarshanagalu mattu bolu mahileyaagi tanna anubhavagala bagge matanadalu Poojalannu aagagge bhetiyagalu prarambhisidlu. Pooja, avara bhetigalu kevala kakataliya endu bhavisidaru, aadare avasthige preetiya uddeśavittu.

Pooja la atmavishwasa matte avala bodugundu avanannu teevravaagi aakarshitu. Avanu aagagge avala bodugundu bagge prashnegala keluttiddanu mattu Pooja tanna anubhavagalu avanondige muktavaagi hanchikolluttiddlu. Avasthi avala tale bolisikolluva kathegalannu kutuhaladinda keluttiddlu. Ondu dina, Avasthi Poojalannu hotelge karedoydu pranayada ritiyalli avalige prema proposal madidanu. Pooja aascharyacakitaladlu mattu adara bagge yochisalu swalpa samaya kelidlu, hige avalu tanna jeevana sangatanannu kandukondlu.

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