✿═══════════════✿ Winged wings Part : Five http://mihraskoduvally123.blogspot.com/2022/07/blog-post.html ✿═══════════════✿ http://mihraskoduvally123.blogspot.com https://www.instagram.com/invites/contact/?i=o7hsgxz71i40&utm_content=8ex74zs Happiness at home was different then. the poor Once I ruined this happiness. Uppan and Oomn are full of happiness now remembering my wedding. For each purposeI was enjoying their inner joy with every word and look as they went back and forth. The bulbs, dressed in wedding pantaloons and covered with colors, changed the course of the house and were shot. Along with my cousins ​​and friends, my arms were covered in henna red charm. I felt ashamed of their past stories and their laughing and laughing. Wasn't I supposed to have this happiness then? My mother will see how broken my father's heart isI will see you crying... Their laughter was my mother's crying that day... May you forgive me... I know very well that I do not deserve this bounty that you are giving me... All praise be to you. No matter how much ungratefulness he showed to you, you did not reject this slave... I felt like crying. I am filled with joy that has come to me... Sometimes when they say Rashikan's name, I get all nervous... is it because of embarrassment or something?It's just that it's not clear whether I've thought about how I'm going to address the man. After all, the man is an angel. Everyone is ready to accept me who is pelting stones with words. Mylanchi kotippatt and the smell of naichor and meat are very intoxicating. I told them many things that I prefer to give them to my cousins ​​than to give them to my cousinsand slowly avoided. "But you've got a bad naseeb... What kind of wildness did you go through, but you still got a check like a thief... Oh, that's also been twisted now... isn't that the rest of it... "Don't say... Asya... Patachon doesn't count each and every one, you will tell Patachon inside for doing it without knowledge. I don't know everything, it's good to accept her. Yes, I just have to say. I also have a daughter, know what's going on, Patachon... time.That's it, let's wait... "Oh, nji vallya sujay... nji po ole njayikarikya valya hajyara molaiitta... Asyatha and Nabistha were sitting outside the kitchen, hungry for a good conversation and had come looking for Umman and had to listen to their conversation. Patachon, if we pray inwardly like that, will give us unexpected blessings. But! The new generation has to learn from the old ones, if it is done like this, then what is heard now is not on a rope or a blade.Lives ending in murder. Only my mother's and father's good fortune kept me away. This love and affection is just hypocrisy these days. An example of that is falling in love with color and money. If we, who are ignorant, go and indulge in all these things, then in the end, if we hang ourselves and die, it is all over. Do you remember what life will be like? The question in the grave... the rod of iron.... oh my head explodes just remembering it.... Then he looked at us like we were deadA parent's tears... oh that's enough to pave the way for the curse calculated to consume us tomorrow. "Why are you standing here? I was sitting and thinking while leaning against the kitchen wall and my mother woke me up. "I'm sorry, I'm hungry. I've come looking for me. My henna has not dried... Mom gave me rice with a smile. Oomman's eyes and mine are equally wet and we are both trying hard not to bump into each other. How long has it been?Do you know that in the past, when I used to eat balls of rice and said that it was too late, when I was running for tuition with my school bag, my mother held me and gave me tea in the evening and in the morning... This skill is different. I still remember that time when it was not enough to eat it. Wedding celebrations... Play, laughter and women's chatter can be heard even after midnight. And now it's just that the hemorrhoids are in the pantry. It is also a joke in the preparations for tomorrow. AnywayI changed my dress and prayed fresh and lay down slowly... I don't know what to say today is worse than yesterday... I don't know what to say inside... I don't know if it's nerves or something. And there was no ritual of seeing a girl. Those who have seen it since childhood, those who see it all the time, then there is no need for it... " After the Nikah, Puyyapla will arrive now... Someone called out and said... As if that one thing that Nto said earlier was too much... Cousin came in the middle of it. The floor and face are being repaired... To be honest, I can't walk modestly with the thickness of this dress. There is a thorn, a shawl tied to hide the hair, and the pain of splitting the head... and the joy inside will only reduce the momentum of that pain. Rashikan's cousins ​​are his own cousins, in short, those who prepared me yesterday and this morning are now coming and replacing me as Puthyaplan's people. Same thing. Laughter is comingIt was the same. "Isn't today like yesterday... It's cold as ice today... I feel scared... Don't be afraid, we will give you all to Rashi on that day... Then there was a loud knock on the door... a group of people said that the only thing that changed was to hurry up the new place... A group of people said that they would make noise like this when they don't see him... To tell the poor truth, it is another truth that Rashika is just a listener to all this. Anyway, changed the dress and came downMr Rashika... I am sitting in the room, Ele, Mootham, Icacus and Itathas are singing... Someone in the group pushed me into the room... I slowly leaned the door and kissed my forehead and put Mahar on my neck. to be continued ✍🏻mihras koduvally ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ ISHQE-MADEENA ◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾