A Simple Love Story
Hi everyone. My name is Madhu, Mathivathani. Many people have posted stories on this site. I am here now to share with you the story of my love blossoming together.
I was born and raised in the city. Although ours is entirely in the village, we only go there on special occasions. I had to go to a ceremony that day as well. "College leaves, I saw that Jolly -a may be at home, I came out of my room ready to get bored, saying, 'Let's go to the city and bully like this!'
Don't think I don't want to go there right away. Until you get there that's all this boredom. After that, everything will be forgotten.
It was a time when I used to go there and sit with the crowd of years for me as always and look at things like copy and satire very well. A little farther away from us bustle.
What a curiosity we watched. Like something is amiss with both of them. We were watching what would happen. Some were trying to control them. Then someone came there and made peace.
This is my heroic entry. Yes ... you think that is the dove of peace. Someone unknown. But, as he pleaded with both of them, he gently pointed out his mistakes and handled the situation. I really liked the way.
After that, everyone went to see his work, and I went with my army and started pouring again. What if he just sat there laughing and talking with them, but that 'he' memory just didn't go away.
After a while, I got a call from my father asking me to come to where he was. Knowing that he would make such a call to introduce himself to anyone, I went in search of him. There he Speaking of which, the print is the same one I had seen before. As I watched them both talk, I went near and forgot to even call my father.
My father, who saw me, said, "Come ... religious ... I called you here to introduce you to him," and he turned to the one sitting opposite him. "Brother, this is my girl. Final year is studying computer." Introduced.
Butterflies in my stomach when I saw his eyes smiling as he followed me. These Crush Crush guys, it's like this.
His name is Divakar. In a way belongs to us. After graduation, work in Bangalore. That's all I was told while I was there. Then my father sent me away with a big heart and said, "Well ... what if I'm still there for a while?" I went on lamenting.
If I knew that he would come after that day, I would not be mistaken. Like he doesn't remember me : because. Although the two have met several times, he has not spoken to me. Me too. Didn't try to talk to him. Reluctance Reason.
A few months Two festivals come to our town, will I leave ... I left a week ago. But, for whom I went, he was not the only one in the eye. Every day starts with anticipation and sadness Done.
It was the most important day of the festival. He was scheduled to leave for Iron City that night. So, if you look today, there is only. Time goes, I thought I would never see it again. Because in a few more days I had to go to Chennai to join the work.
Suddenly a voice called out his name. I also saw the iron appear to be something beyond me. He was a little farther in front of me. The way he behaved as if he was wearing a blue shirt and a white silk vest and talking on the phone with one hand showed him alone.
To give voice to my conscience as "start back round music ', it sang" Is this love ... First love ... formed by a man ... will it last ... will it last? " As I stared, that the moment changed the song on his player and shouted, "Climb the peak!"
That's what he asked for. He twisted his mustache accordingly. In it, my mind, forgetting everything and surrendering to Him.
My brain, which was still clear, said, 'Hey ... if you think the side is beating, what are you doing? ” As to buy the dignity of my mind, my heart fell in love with him again without seeing it at all.
My eyes were busy following him until we left. In time. As I was searching for my mother, I accidentally overheard him talking.
He was vowing that he would definitely give love to someone and that he would not give up. To see who I might be, a woman was standing there. The seconds were enough to listen to both of them and understand that they were in love.
At that moment, not only did my mind ... realize enough that something set aside as a game thinking it was seasonal had ever turned into love. Want to know my love like this?
Somehow, I came home and joined. I went to my room and opened the tears that had been suppressed until then. A week ago Chennai welcomed me.
Months changed me according to that mechanical life but it kept running smoothly memories.
One day a friend of mine told me to come to a mall to see me and I went to see him too. Then I happened to meet someone unexpectedly.
His name is Prabhakar: Divakar's brother. He works in Chennai. But the two have never met here. My acquaintance with both. We were talking about general things. Then, he handed her a magazine called 'Marriage'. Divide it. I was (happy) shocked to see !!!
Photo of the woman I saw that day at the place called the bride. I see his face with the question mark, his face told many stories that love is marriage.
To confirm it, he said, “It was my brother who arranged it. Not so for both families. But, where both are optional. When the two of them wondered what to do, Enga Anna managed everything. He was not the only one ... he could not have been so happy ”he was singing Anna's praises.
When I listened intently to everything he said, I said, "Hi!" My friend came and sat down. The members of this Naradhar Sangam are ... their leader: Aravind, my close friend who knows everything about me.
My friend did his best to introduce the two of them to each other. Thinking of Prabhakaran as Ivakar, he said, "I met him in the city ... I was very upset ... but he has a lover, I just cried after saying this ... to be so happy today? ” Prabhakar looked at me in shock as he put it right.
As if wiping away the rage on my face that was beyond anger … After speaking, I moved with him before he could feel anything. To reward him for what he has done.
I was sitting in my hostel room that night thinking about meeting Prabhakaran and what happened next. Aravind. If he gets angry and dials him, he will not be able to speak at present because his client's ears are punctuated by incessant verbal abuse.
Annoyed I got a call from a new number to look at the phone. Somehow, I knew whom I was without taking the link. Attend with a fluttering heart and say "Hello!" I said.
Then what ... Next, everything is asura speed ... I can not tell the story of our hero side! Ask yourself, boss ...
The man I put on her looked at me with an egg: (Madam, complain ... it's okay ... let's deal with it. I also liked her when she was first introduced to him by her father.
Well, let's say the exam is over. Madam, whenever you look at me, you come to my front and look the same ... all the way through Come on in, take a look and enjoy yourself!
If you finish it and come back, Madam, escape to Chennai.
That's the way he said it ... He told me as hard as he could after that, and they would love you too ...
I'm happy to see her ... but, I'm not illusory, I can see if she can talk to Boca Athlete right away, no phone number ... I understand what you're saying ... I left to buy when I say, love.
Ask my brother for the phone number, he put a condition ... I melted his affection !! What's more, Prabhakar also gave me the number of Madhu after I agreed to put together a big list of all these things I want in this place in the city.
This is our simple love story ... Every love story special ... But as ours is my favorite, we hope you like our favorite story ... We say goodbye now ... Thank you