Pooja la kudalu beleyuva kathe Kannada story

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Pooja la bodu thale mele jasthi janara kannu bithu. School alli, avala friends nodi thumba prashne kelidaru. Maneyalli, amma-appa support maadidaru, aadhare ajji mathra tanna udda kudlu na miss madthidru. Pooja tanna hosa look na accept maadidlu. Swalpa dina amele, tanna kudlu mathe beliyoku shuruvaitu. Avalu tanna thale mutkondu ajeeb agi feel maadidlu. Friends avalannu nodi “Bodi” antha tease maadidaru, aadhare Pooja adannu nakki ignore maadidlu. Avalu prathi vaara yeredu sala Bharatanatyam classes ge hogtidlu.

Starting alli, Pooja ge avala bodu thale swalpa asayya anstittu, aadhare avala teacher matte friends avalige encourage maadidaru. Bharatanatyam class alli pooja ge sulabha anstittu, “Bodu thaleyalli natya maadodhu easy aagogide alva” antha. Tuition alli avala friends avala bodugundu nodi nakki tease maadidaru. Obbalu kelebitlu “Yeke thale bodugundu madkonde kane?” Pooja happy aagi reply maadidlu, “Nanage istha aithu, adakke maadkonde kane.” Tanna confidence nodi yellaru impress aagidaru. Dina kaleyutha, tanna kudlu bega beleyalu shuru aithu, hage udda kudlu beleyalu modalaitu.

Pooja selfies thogondu avala kudulu belavanigeyannu enjoy madthidlu. Tanna appa amma kuda tanna kudlu mathe beleyuvadannu nodi santoshapataru. 50 dina amele pooja la kudlu boy cut length ge banthu. Avalige hosa style try maadbek antha anstittu. Tanna amma tanna kudlu na style maadidaru, “Nanage ee style tumba ishta aayitu amma”. Hosa style jotheyalli, Pooja inu confident feel aadalu. Schoolalli kuda avalu innu active aadalu, prashnegalu answer maadidlu, hosa friends kuda madkondlu. Tanna teachers avala confidence nodi thumba appreciate maadidru.

Pooja tanna boy cut style ge adjust aaguvaga, mathe tanna thale bodgundu maadoke aase shuruvaitu. Avalu tanna kudlu muttukodi ankondlu, “Mathe innondusari bodugundu madskonodralli thappe illa” Ondu dina, mobile nodutha, Pooja avala hale gundu photo nodidlu. Avalige manasinalli chanchalavaithu. Tanna modala sari gundu hodskonda kshanagalannu smarisi, utsaha gondalu. “Mathomme chance sikkidare, nanu mathe thale gundu maadkonthini” antha avalu avala kudulanna mutkondi nakkidalu.

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