Pooja mari Rani ki Gundu geesina Katha Telugu story

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Pooja tala gundu cheyinchkovalani dhairyanga nirnayam tisukuni oka sanvatsaram gadicindi. Ame juttu bhujam podavu varaku perigindi mariyu jeevitam sadharanangane sagutondi. Kani oka ratri, pooja vaala naana oka pramadanlo maranincaaru. A varta pooja mariyu ame amma Rani vilavilaladinci. Rani tana jeevita bhagasvamini kolpoyindi mariyu pooja kuda tivra nirasaku guraindi - ame tandrini kolpoyindi. Kutumbam dukhanlo munigipoyindi. Vari sampradayam prakaram, varu nadi ghatla daggara antyakriyalu nirvahinsalsi vaccindi. Gali dukkhanto nindipoyindi.

Mangalodu vaccadu, pooja vala amma ni dukhkaniki suchanaga evaru tala gundu cheyinkuntarani adigaru. Ame munduku vachindi mariyu mangali ame tala gundu geeseki prarambhincadu, venuka bhaganlo oka chinna juttu vadiladu. Puja tana amma juttu nelapai padipotundaga aashcharyanga chusindi. Ame kalavarapadi svachhandanga kurcuni, mangali tana tala kuda gundu cheyamani adigindi, mari venakala chinnaga juttu vadileyalani chepindi. Thana charma pai mangali kathi shabdam vintaga mariyu vanukutu anipincindi. Variddaru bodigundu mariyu balahinanga kurchunnaru.

Pooja ardham cheskundi, gundu chesukovadam oka samskaram kanna ekkuva — adi bhagya ni angikarichkovalani chesina chinna sakshi. Pooja mariyu rani ki battalu teesesi, thella cheera vesukovalani chepparu. Ee simple vastralu, tana munni jeevitam lo unna goppa vedukalu mariyu vaibhogam kanna chala vinthaga unnayi. Vallu tana gramam ki tirigi vachinappudu, Pooja ki chala baadaga anipichindi. uuru mandhi vaari gundu ni sanubhuthi tho choosaru, kani Pooja dukhamlo munigipoyindi, kotha vastavikatanu angikarinchadanki prayatninchindi. Pooja mariyu Rani li kotha prapanchanlo jeevinchadanki oka marganni kanugonavalasi vaccindi.

Varu tama dinacharyalanu konasagincharu, kani anni marinatlu anipinchindi. Vari gundu thalalu vari nashtanni gurtuchesindi. Pooja mariyu Rani nishabdamga kurchuni, chetulu pattukuni, okarini ink okaru odarpu ichevaru. Rojulu gadichekoddi, pooja paristhitini angikarinchadam prarambhincindi. Tana naana jnapakalu tanalo nivasistayani ame grahinchindi. Okappudu shokaniki chhinanga undedi, mariyu mellaga ame juttu peragadam prarambhamaindi mariyu dukhkham taggadam prarambhamaindi.

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