Arranged marriages do have a LOVE STORY

Disclaimer : All characters right here are 100% real. Any similarities to a person living or dead is 200% not a coincidence.
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Arranged marriage scene : Josuttan sees Lissy for the very first time and his heart already knows it has found a matching soul😍😍😍

Coincidentally or not they both love to write and thus they kept writing letters often✍️
Their letter will end up with a signature drawing (two flowers with no leaves but spring roles)

Their love story begins, after both had a connection that felt so strong, developing over time, so deep and perfect.

Finally, they happily married!!!!👩‍❤️‍💋‍👨

After marriage scene(after 30 years) : It is raining heavily. Big big drops are falling down and the smell of wet mud is around everywhere.

Lissy is cutting vegetables for lunch. Josuttan enters kitchen and he is like “any help baby?”
Lissy stopped cutting vegetables for a moment and looked up and saw Josuttan face.

The conversation goes like this..

Lissy : So tell me. What is in your mind that bought you here in Kitchen. You never come here unless I call you more than ten times🤨🤨

Josuttan : Yeah… I was thinking about the Honeymoon…

Lissy : Honeymoon😲😲 Why are you bothered anyway ? Let they decide where they wanna go.
(Their second daughter getting married soon)

Josuttan : What are you talking ? Who said Honeymoon is only for newly married couples ? We should also plan somewhere pleasant. I still love you to take out my dear but please dont wear that salwar which I hate🙏

Lissy : Pinches Josuttan’s hand and told him “I am the happiest person in the world”😊😊😊

Josuttan : I will be happy too if you get me a black tea may be.

Lissy : Indaki angu kudicha madhi (Go and make if you want one)

I couldn’t stop laughing at them. I was right there in Kitchen to mess up the entire place with my cooking experiments.

Yes!! You are right. I was talking about my parents. Why do you need some one’s story when you have the best example in your house. I can never stop admiring them and their perfect bond😊😊😊 Love you both Mummy Pappa😘😘😘😘

#shareyourstory
#shareyourhappiness

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I AM HUMAN, NOT BURDEN

I am tired of hiding my shades,

Plus my red lipstick and despairing blades.

My parents want to see me as a regular guy,

Small girl inside me wanted to cry.

Nobody could see my soul but why only my physical changes.

Salty tears rolling down, never got answers.

Every word was a stab and I don’t want to be killed by them.

No regrets and I accepted me, where death shall overcome.

Bloody society say that I am born wrong.

One day I will prove them, I am not born wrong but strong.

Girl in new city

     Approximately like one week ago, I moved to this small city (BENGALURU) all by myself. It’s really not that small because a city with the population of 10,819,000 people and 12498 dogs is never a small city right?

     I very first day I joined a girls PG near Silk Board. It was quite easy task for me because Bangalore, where PG(Paying Guest) is the first business and IT, the second. I didn’t bring much things with me, it’s just that 79 cm suitcase, 3 travel bag, 2 backpack, 2 handbags and 1 pepper spray (just in case if I need one).

     When I entered PG, I was shocked to see this guy with long white T-shirt tucked inside his torn jean which I think he didn’t wash it for decades. I was so curious to know what he is doing inside a girls PG and I was shocked again when I came to know he was our cook. Wow!!! I mean OMG!!!

     I was asked to take room no 103, lucky me I had one of my collage mate in the same room. It not like I have to sleep and snore with strangers.

     I stuffed all my things under my cot but I couldn’t hide my feelings there. It’s really hard to leave all my best buddies of my life and come to a new city like this. Tears streaming down my face. I quickly took a shower and cried little more in the shower. It’s fine It’s fine I kept saying myself.

     Next day, I woke up so excited because it’s going to be my first day @ office. I wore my favorite yellow salwar and stepped outside. I heard somewhere that Bangalore is the only city where distance is measured in units of time so, I quickly booked a cab. I also called the driver and confirmed whether he can come by today.

     I better prefer cab here because auto rickhshaw driver, grocery seller and common shop keeper thinks that you earn at least 1 lakh per month if you are in IT sector. (But the fact, we all know it)

     I know in India, we drive on the left side of the road but my driver was driving on what is left on the road. I also noticed that Infosys and other MNC operates more buses than BMTC in Bangalore.

     I reached office and I was mesmerized by the infrastructure. It was so beautiful except the extra smooth floor which is making me very conscious. Thank God I didn’t attack the floor, the very first day itself.

     And there are few things I can’t understand but still I love it. The first one is, there is something in the Bangalore air that makes me sleep anytime. Even now I would like to have a nap under my favorite blanket. Why not ?? Bye.

That time of the month

Everybody must be wondering what I am talking about. Cheers to all my pretty girls who got it right there (Menstruation)

I want to write this down just to let you girls know that we are not weak And I really hate men say girls are weak Excuse me, do you think you guys can bleed for seven days and not die ? I don’t think so

There are girls who feels embarrassed​ for everything during ” that time of the month ” Lemme tell you girls, things are changing now. Mens do understand what we are going through✌✌✌

You don’t have to keep your sanitary napkins in secret places and don’t have that creepy face when one falls out of our purse by accident

What if they come to know we have periods ? Come on, they all exist because we bleed and we are the seed of that impure deed

Being a girl I cannot say periods are normal, plain and simple It is annoying and the cramps we get are horrible like nobody could imagine Buts its all part of being a girl right ? We are born to fight. Let’s prove we are stronger than what we look like.

So my lovely girls, never ever curse yourself for being a girl✋ Raise your head up and say that you are proud to be one

❤The real beauty is when you start feeling comfortable with your own body❤

#satybeautiful

Okay is more than a word

Just look around you. You can see people settling into okay relationships, okay jobs, okay friends, okay life..

Is that okay ?

Sometimes okay is not all okay.

It’s okay to follow your brain but it is also important to take your heart too❤

Don’t act being okay when you are really not, it’s just gonna hurt you more.

Do what you love  with all your heart  You ll never suffer from lack of vitamin “you” ✌

How much I miss rain ..

The dark clouds always kept me warm.

Pleasant, clement and no harm.

As I look up and wait for you,

The wind tickled my neck and flew.

I desperately crave to be together.

Please don’t take it any further.

I simply cannot tell how much I miss you.

When you get back, lot of kisses will be on due.

LOVE STORY

A rhyming write up about a girl’s love story. Letter to her boyfriend.

I still remember the first day I met you.

Your name was all I knew.

It was history class and you sat next to Azhar.

I couldn’t help but notice how charming you are.

You caught me with those smoky eyes.

The eyes that can make any girl mesmerize.

I don’t know what made you to talk to me.

But I am damn sure nobody could be happy like me.

You bought those butterflies in my tummy.

I wondered what was between you and me.

We shared our secrets and spoke hours and hours.

Somewhere in between our conversations, I became yours.

I believed you so much.

And so I thought you are my perfect match.

You promised that you will never let me go.

But this monster came with the name ego.

We broke up and I don’t want to cry.

I wished it was just a joke or a silly lie.

I smile and the world thinks I am all fine.

All I wanted was a time machine to go back and make you mine.

I am not here to say I miss you.

I am here to say that I miss me.