Poojavain Nichayatharththa Kathai Tamil Story

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 Pooja veettirku senru Awasthiyin thirumana munmozhivaip patri Raniyidam koorinar. Rani kaadal, uravugal matrum etrukkolal patri aalamaana arivuraikalai vazhanginar. Sirithu neram yoschitta piraku, Pooja avarathu thirumana munmozhivai etrukkol enru solla mudivu seythaal. Thanathu mudivaip patri thanathu thaayidam sonnapothu, Rani sirithukonde, "Nee magilchchiyaaga irundhaal, naanum magilchchiyaaga irukkiren kutti" endraal. Pinnar, Pooja Avasthiyai sandhittu avarai thirumanam seythu kolla oppukkondaal, anal avalukku oru nibandhanai irundhathu. "Nee ennai mottai manaiviyaagavum, un perror ennai mottai marumagalagavum, un veettil mottai pennaagavum etrukkolvarkalaa?" aval kettal.

Avasthi sirithar. "Pooja, un mottai thalaiyai naan virumbukiren, adhu un valimaiyaiyum dhairiyattaiyum kaattukiradhu. Nee eppadi irukkirayo appadiye unnai naan eppodhum etrukkolven." Neenda koonthalaip potrum oru samugathil thalaiyai mottaiyadikka dhairiyam thevai endru koori, mottai thalai pengalin dhairiyattaip patriyum avar pesinar. Pooja perumaiyaaga unarndhaal. Sila maathangalukku piraku avargalin nichayathaartha vizha perumaandamaagavum magilchchiyaagavum erpaattu seyyappattadhu. Pooja alagaana kuttaiyaana boy cut hairstyle vaithirundhaa, aval urchaagamaagavum magilchchiyaagavum irundhaal.

Avasti aval arugil ninru, aval kaiyaip pidittuk kondu perumaiyudan sirithaal. Antha nigazhu isai, nadanam matrum sirippaal nirainthirundhathu. Avasti thanathu kaikil Poojavai thookki metaiyil oru jodi nadanam aadinaar, athai anaivarum paraattinar. Pooja thanathu manaiviyaga iruppathu athirshtam endru unarnthal. Sila maathangalil thirumanam mattume nichayikkappattathu. Thirumana erpattugal muzhhu veechil irunthana. Iruvarum urcakamaga oruvarukoruvar tangal azhagana aasaiyangalai share seidhar. 

Rani than magal romba santhoshamaaga irundha paarthaal mikavum santhoshamaaga irundhaal. Reception munnaal iravu, Awasthi Poojavai ovvoru sudden call seithu avalai meet panna virumbinaan. Pooja aschariyapattal, anal oppukondaal. Awasthi sollinaan, ithu oru special saapadu ku endru. Awasthi avalai than nanban barber kadaikku tirthu sendinaan. Poojavinkal kankal perinju aschariyapattal, barber tools matrum chair paarthaal. Awasthi siriththu, avalai chair la irukkan solinaan. Pooja irundhaal, aval thanakku romba shay aaga sirithaal, arinjirundhaal avalum thaan than ellam tholainthidum.

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