പ്രണയത്തിന്റെ ഓരോ അർദ്ധതലങ്ങളെയും വ്യക്തമാക്കി തരുന്ന ഒരു പ്രണയ കഥ.
It is mother who teaches..
It was my mother who told me that there is God.
It was my mother who told me that this is God, but God did not tell you that this is your mother.
This body
Life in this body,
Blood in this body
In everything ...everything ...there is a mother.
Don't talk about your mother anymore.
Don't shut up..
If you talk...what will you do to me?
What are you doing?
When she came running saying that, I fell down and called my mother and cried.
Then he asked me?
Why did you call me mother and cry?
Calling father and crying,
Call it God
Why did you call me mother...
That's mom..!!
I looked at her legs..
Her big toe was badly cut and bleeding. I ran and brought green medicine and took her foot in my lap and applied that green medicine on her leg.
Then I told him I am sorry no matter what I say or do you feel sorry for me.
Nothing like that you have to leave here immediately for that he said so and went inside….
After some time he came out. Then she was standing outside and he looked at her angrily.
You haven't gone yet I don't know the way to go My bag is inside My dress is all dirty Can I change my dress? Then he told me ok go quickly..
Thank you very much and you will be happy for a long time, you have a long life.
Saying that, I ran inside and forgot even the pain in my leg
So I changed the dress and she didn't notice that there was a photo of his mother and him as a baby right next to her changing the dress.
When I was about to pick up the bag on the wooden wall, its vine got stuck in a nail and when I turned around quickly, I saw that it was stuck in the nail.
I took it
Soon we both walked back to the country and walked like that
It was easy for him because he always came across a low path as he went.
When he looked back at me and saw that I could not come, he gave me his hand
Then I felt that he must have brought me this way on purpose.
Then my mother handed me the bag and I got down and we walked a long way. After a while, when we reached the road, the road was blocked due to the rain that fell the previous day.
So we couldn't go, he went back in anger, I ran after him, how can I go back home, is there any other way to go, this is the way to go.
If it has to be fixed, it will take two days and no buses or trains will come this way. How can I go now?
You go anyway. What's wrong with me? Don't say that. I'm not alone. I'm not a girl. I'll go back.
Let me come home with you, when the road is clear, when the time comes, I will pick you up.
Till then I will stay with you please agree and so agreed.
Then he said something to me that it is good to stay there is one thing then I asked why I should always talk to you.
No, no, you shouldn't talk, I don't want to hear you talk, I want you to sit quietly, so we both went back home.....
and then.....