Pooja oda mudi Valarchi Kadhai

-

Pooja oda smooth mottai thalai romba attention ai kattrudhu. School la, avaloda friends paaththu romba questions kekkuraanga. Veet la avaloda appa-amma avala support pannraanga, aana avaloda paatti thanoda neenda juttu miss pannraanga. Pooja konjam Taṉṉampikkai feel pannitu irundhaalum, thanoda pudhu look confidently own pannita. Kaalam pogum podhu, Pooja oda juttu thodangitu valarudhu. Aval than thalai touch pannitu, mudi nu feel pannittu irundhaal. Friends avala tease pannuraanga, “mottai pooja” nu sonnaanga, aana Pooja adha laugh pannitu ignore panniduvaar. Aval per week rendu times Bharatanatyam class ku poguraanga.

Aarambaththil, Pooja thanoda mottai thalai kku konjam nervousl a feel pannittu irundhaalum, thanoda teacher and friends avala encourage pannittaanga. Aval thodangitu realize pannitta, Bharatanatyam la thanoda dance movements neenda mudi illaamal romba easy aa irukkuthu-nu. “Mottai thala oda dance pannrathu easy ya irukku” nu Pooja thanakku sonnaanga. Tuition-la, avaloda classmates paarthu, giggle pannuvaanga. Oruvar kekkiraanga, “Nee enna thalaiyai mottaiyaticca, Pooja?” nu. Pooja confident a reply pannittaanga, “Naan virumbittaen, adhu enakku romba pidichirukku” nu. Avanga avaloda confidence-ai paaththu romba impressed aa irundhaanga. Kaalam pogum podhu, avaloda juttu smooth-aana mottai thala irundhu, stubbly-a, fuzz strands-aaga valarudhu, pinne konjam konjam periya maadhiri irundhudhu.

Pooja selfies eduthu, thanoda hair growth progressai paarththu irundhaal. Avaloda appa-amma avaloda juttu mīṇṭum vaḷarudhu-nu paarthu romba happy-a irundhaanga. 50 naal pogum podhu, Pooja-oda juttu boy cut length-ku sufficient-a irundhudhu. Avala oru pudhu style try pannuradhaik kaaththirunthaal. Avaloda amma avaloda juttai style pannittaanga, Pooja avala pudhu look-ai romba pidichittu excited-a irundhaal. “Inta style enakku romba pidichirukku, amma!” nu aval excited-a sonnaanga. Pudhu style-oda, Pooja innum confident-a feel pannithaal. Aval school-la active-a participate pannittu, questions-ku reply pannitu, pudhu friends-um create pannittaal. Avaloda teachers avaloda confidence-um bravery-um paarthu avala romba praise pannittaanga.

Pooja thanoda boy cut style ku adjust aagumbodhu, malli thanoda thalai  mottaiyaṭikka virumbuthu nu feel pannitu irundhaal. Aval than mudi touch pannitu, “Oru maathiri innum oru murai moṭṭaiyaṭikkuradhu bad a irukkathu” nu ninaithaal. Oru naal, aval than phone scroll pannumbodhu, avaloda old mottai photoai paarthaal. Aval thanakku ulle chirithaal. First time thalai moṭṭaiyaṭitta sandhya-kuripaga ninaithaal, freedom-um excitement-um avalai cover pannitthu irundhudhu. “Vazhkai la chance varum bodhu, naan malli talai ai moṭṭaiyaṭippen” nu aval thanakku ulle chirithu sonnaanga.

Comments

Post a Comment

Popular posts from this blog

Lesbi Shave

-
Image
It was the night before final exams in their Bangalore PG. The whole building was silent with every girl in their rooms, bent over notes, their eyes heavy but still focused on tomorrow’s exam. In one corner room, Maneesha and Nisha sat on the bed, books open on their laps but their attention far away from formulas or definitions. Maneesha’s dusky Kerala face glowed in the dim tube light, her big eyes stealing glances at her roommate. Nisha, fair and sharp from Mumbai, bit her lip and made funny faces as if mocking the textbooks. They exchanged smiles, “Serious aa studying aa,” Maneesha whispered, her Malayali accent sweet and naughty. Nisha smirked, “Arre yaar, who cares about exam, I only wanna study your body.” Maneesha had always been different, even back in Kerala. Boys never attracted her much, but she still remembered the time she blushed seeing her senior girl undressing in the hostel bathroom. Nisha’s story was bolder. Back in Mumbai, she had kissed a school friend during a dar...
Read more

Samyuktha Menon's Tirumala Visit

-
Image
Samyuktha Menon was one of the young actresses in the South Indian film industry. Born in Kerala, she had worked in Tamil, Telugu, and Malayalam movies, earning praise for her performances and charm. Off-screen, she preferred a quiet life at home, away from the constant glare of the media. Her mother, Malavika Menon, a single parent, had been looking after her since childhood. A woman of strong faith, Malavika believed in old traditions and the peace one found in temple visits. To her, Samyuktha was not a glamorous celebrity but simply her Sammu kutty, the little girl she had raised with care. One evening, they sat together at the dinner table, the aroma of Malavika’s special sambar filling the room.  “Sammu kutty, I was thinking… it’s been long since we went to Tirumala,” Malavika said casually, breaking the silence. Samyuktha looked up from her plate, curious. “Temple trip, amma? Any special reason?” she asked. Malavika smiled. “A small vow I made… I want to fulfil it before the ...
Read more

Hari and sailaja

-
Image
Hari’s life was always tangled with failures in love. From childhood to college, every attempt ended in rejection. He would propose with all his heart, only to be met with a shake of the head or a polite smile, but Hari carried on with his crazy hope. Somewhere deep inside, he still believed that one day, one girl would understand him. It happened one fine day on the coastal bus ride in Vizag—he saw her. Sailaja. Elegant, quiet, and wrapped in a simplicity that stole his breath. Their conversations began like ripples, small and gentle. Soon, those ripples grew into waves of laughter, shared secrets, and stolen glances. Hari felt the bond turning into love, stronger than anything he had ever known.  And then came the shock— He realized Sailaja was not just any girl, but his first childhood crush, the girl he had given ring to. His heart jumped with joy, but he kept it locked inside, never telling her. For him, this was destiny coming back, and he didn’t want to spoil it. Just when l...
Read more