Takali Bharatanaatyam Nartakee Pooja Hindi Story

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2 saal beet chuke the jab Pooja aur uski maa Rani ne apna sir mundwaya tha. Pooja ke baal ab peeth tak aa gaye the, jabki Rani ki chhoti ab lambi ho gayi thi aur rani choti bandane lagi. Har mahine, Rani apna sir phir se mundwati, aur Pooja uske saath rehthi, lekin apna sir nahi, balki apne bagalon ko mundwathi. Ek din, Pooja ko ek aisa avsar mila ki vah cancer rogiyon ke liye ek aspatal ke charity show mein Bharatanatyam pradarshan kare. Show ki ek vishesh shart thi — unhe ek takli nrityangini ki zarurat thi.

Pooja ke guru ko yaad aaya ki do saal pehle jab Pooja takli thi, kitni sundar lagti thi, aur unhe laga ki yeh role ke liye bilkul sahi rahegi. Jab Pooja ne apne maa ko is avsar ke baare mein bataya, Rani thodi asahaj thi. “Kya tumhe pakka vishwas hai, beti? Yeh ek bada manch hai, aur tumhe phir se apna sir mundwana padega,” usne kaha. Pooja ne dridh nishchay ke saath jawab diya, “Ma, yeh ek achhe kaam ke liye hai. Main karungi.” Mahine ke ant mein, jab niyamit naai aaya, Pooja ne faisla kiya ki vah apne maa ke saath wo bhi ganja hogi.

Rani ne sahmati di, aur dono shaant bhaav se baith gayi. Naai ne unka sir poori tarah se chikna kar diya, aur Pooja ke andar utsah ki leher daud gayi. Nritya ke din aaya. Pooja ne peela saadi pehni aur makeup kiya. Lekin jab usne aaine mein apna sir dekha, to laga ki vo poori tarah se chikkna nahi hai. “Ma, mujhe ise thoda aur theek karna hoga,” usne ustre ko pakad kar kaha. Wah bathroom gayi aur dhyan se apna sir phir se mundwaya, bilkul chikkna bana diya. Phir usne foam lagakar ek baar aur mundan kiya.

Jab wah bahar aayi, uski maa muskurai aur boli, “Tum bahut sundar lag rahi ho.” Rani ne haldi ka lep liya aur dhire se Pooja ke sir par lagaya, jisse ek naram peela chamak aayi. “Yeh tumhari saadi ke saath bilkul milega,” usne kaha. Pooja muskurai, atmavishwas se bhari aur taiyar mehsoos kar rahi thi. Jab Pooja manch par kadam rakhi, uska nritya manohar tha. Uska takla sir uske nritya ko ek vishesh aakarshan de raha tha. Darshak hairaan ho kar dekh rahe the, aur nyayadhish takli pooja ko prashansa kar rahe the.

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