Pooja mathu Rani ya Bodugundu kathe Kannada story

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Pooja tanna thale bodisikonakke dhairyavagi nirnaya madi ondu varsha aithu. Ivaga akeya kudalu bhujadavarege beledittu, mattu jeevanavu samanyavagi nadeyuttittu. Adare ondu raatri, Poojala tande apaghatadalli nidhanaradaru. Ee suddi Pooja mattu Akeya tayi Raniyannu muridu hakitu. Rani hrudaya vidravakalagiddalu - avlu tanna jeevana sangatanannu kaledukondalu mattu Pooja kuda dhvansagondiddalu - avlu tanna tandeyannu kaledukondiddalu. Kutumbavu dukhadalli mulugittu. Avara sampradayada prakara, avaru nadiya theeradalli antima vidhi vidhanagalu madabekagitu.

Hajama bandanu, mattu shokada sanketavagi yaaru tale boliskolluttare endu Poojala tayiannu kelalayitu. Rani munde bandalu mattu Hajamanu avala taleyannu bolisalu prarambhisidanu, himbhagadalli ondu sanna juttu bittanu. Pooja tanna tayiya kudalu nelakke beeluvudannu nischeshtitalagi noduttiddalu. Avalu tondaregidadalu mattu svayampreraneyinda Hajamana yedaru kuthalu, avanige tanna taleyannu saha raniyanthe bolisalu helidalu, ondu sanna juttu hinde bittu. Avara charmada mele rejarna shabda vichitra mattu naduguvante anisitu.

Tale boliskolluvudu kevala ondu acharavashtealla - adu vidhiyannu oppikolluva sanketa endu Pooja thilidalu. Pooja mattu avala tayi ge tamma yella battegalannu bichi bili sire udal helalayitu. Avaru tamma uurige hintiruguttiddante, Pooja bhavukaladalu. Janaru avara bolugundannu sahanubhuti yinda noduttiddaru, adare avalu dukhadalli mulugiddalu, avalu hosa ropavannu svikarasalu prayatnisuttiddalu. Nashtada nantarada jeevanavu vibhinnavagittu. Pooja mattu avala tayi tamma bolu taleyondige badukabekayitu.

Avaru tamma dinacharigalannu munduvaresidaru, adare ellavu badalagide endu bhavisidaru. Avara bolu talegalu tamma nashtada gnapaneyagittu. Pooja mattu avala tayi paraspara hididukondu maunavagi kulitukolluttiddaru. Dinagalu kaledante, Pooja tanna bodu taleyannu svikarisalu prarambhisidalu. Adu ondu kaladalli shokada sanketavagittu, mattu nidhanavagi avala kudalu beleyalu prarambhisitu mattu dukhavu nidhanavayitu.

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