Zarinabanu Zarinabanu
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Birthday gift
Tomorrow is Sunday, my daughter Shalini's birthday ..! For the past four years, the birthdays we have been celebrating for her have, like my work, been very casual. It's customary for me, my wife, and my mom and dad to start a birthday party in the evening, with a new dress for Shalini, a cake of half a kilo, a few chocolates, and simply a tiffin. Since I got a promotion in my office last week, it seemed to me four days earlier that Shalini birthday should be set aside this year to celebrate, along with that. I also told my wife Akila. "Do you have an easy budget .., what is my objection ..?" Said Akila. Unusually not only for Shalini, but for all the family members to buy new clothes, I generously put a few thousand in my wife's hands and at the party after cutting the cake in the evening, I told her two types of menu, vegetarian and non - vegetarian for the convenience of friends. Just telling Akila the plan is enough..she can do anything as best as possible without biting our hand.Otherwise can I keep what I earn and deal with a large family of seven ..? When I left the office in the evening, Akila called. Fresh dress for everyone, vegetables for dinner, chocolate .. I bought everything, fresh chicken and birthday cake, you go and buy it in the morning .., then, when you get home at that bakery, good color creamy, Happy Birthday Do. Don't forget to write Shalini ..! ” "Okay..okay .." I replied to her and cut off communication. My friends, however, would buy toys and toys as gifts for Shalini. But, I have to buy her something different. What can I buy ..? What does Shalini like ..? ' After thinking for a few minutes I could not come to a conclusion. Can you ask Akila ..? As a mother, she knows all the likes and dislikes of the child .., I will be the father ..? ' It was embarrassing when I thought about it. It is difficult to suppress .. What is the test ..? What a shame that her father did not know what his child would like ..! In the coming elections, which party will form an alliance with which party? Can Modi become Prime Minister? What has Rahul done so far? What must be done to make the Geneva Conference a success? What is the reason for Rajapaksa's arrogance? How to prevent global warming ..? I can discuss that with office friends .., but, what does the child like .. Butt Ten could not come to a conclusion ..? Say..I was a little disgusted with myself.Is it sad that we are so far away from our family ..? Out of some disgust, I pulled over and stopped the two-wheeler without speaking. For a few seconds I heard chattering voices very closely. I looked back. A crowd of pilgrims on their way to Palani via Pollachi was passing me. One of them was carrying his baby girl on his shoulder. The child bent down and said something in the father's ear. He said something, and the others walked away laughing out loud. I was very jealous when I saw them. Have I ever spent such an intimate time with my baby ..? The darkness was slightly poetic. On the vehicle's petrol tank cover, the remains of some bird fell and splashed. Reluctantly looked up. The birds were returning to their nests in flocks and alone. Birds..oh..birds .., suddenly something trapped inside me. When I first saw Shalini in the wooden crib given to her by Aquila's mother, she remembered a plastic toy wheel in green and red with parrots and pigeons tied to the diameter of the cradle across the cradle. The child will stop. The smile and excitement on his face will come. Even when she was a little older, she would point to pictures of birds in some of the weekly magazines I buy at home and tell Akila something. With the pencil she later found in her hand, she would say in her nursery language that even the first tweaks she drew on the wall was a crow and a sparrow. Akila is also saying "Yes". I used to watch all this only as a fun, I have gone without noticing for so long that she likes birds very much ..! It was as if a clarity had been born in me now. I finished the work that Akila had told me to do and drove the vehicle home with great happiness. The next morning, I was very excited. I bought the chicken and gave it to the house, informed Akila that they had told me to come and buy the birthday cake at four in the evening, and I left immediately. "Did you go back .., is there any urgent work ..?" Akila asked. "Nothing important. Here I come now ..," I got out of the car fast. I reached the Pollachi market within ten minutes. "Where is the Love Birds shop ...?" When the ironmonger asked someone, he showed his hand in an alley. When he went to the particular shop, it was locked. When should I open this shop ..? I asked someone nearby. He looked me up and down. What doubt does he have on me ..? "Are you from the Forest Department?" "Here..I came to buy Love Birds to grow Wheatley" He looked at me decisively for a few more seconds and said, "Love Birds should not sell everything. Forrester, my brother raided my mother and fined him. Myilsamy's brother told me to go and buy it. ”He gave me an address and cell number. I thanked him and left. I went to the specific address and told the person there the details. He also took me to the back of his house. There were four cages, a little too big. One of them was a very large cage, the size of my home kitchen. Inside were small pot pots and artificial twigs scattered in large numbers. More than a hundred lovebirds, of various colors and appearances, flew in and out of it, both parallel and alone. Some couples were gothic with each other. It was very beautiful to look at. In the other cages, large numbers of pigeons, white, black, and gray, were roaring strangely. I pointed to two pairs of lovebirds and a pair of pigeons and asked for the price. The price he said, including the wire cages, was higher than I expected. He tied the two cages with paper, as if to separate them after going home. I wondered, 'Is the sale of birds so secretive?' When the cages were placed in the front of the vehicle, their height and width were slightly visible. Although it seems that I can manage and drive away .., I took it safely and left. The joy on Shalini face, when he sees the birds alive, which he had hitherto seen as mere pictures, must be graciously admired. I want to fully enjoy the joy of being a father, to catch up with his child. All the way my idea was running like this. Somehow I brought them home safely. The only surprise for Akila .. “What is this big parcel ..? Asked, she helped unload them. "I said two..call the shawl. This is for her, my birthday present." Said. Yeah All that sounds pretty crap to me, Looks like and for me either. "Come here..to your birthday, look what Daddy has bought ..!" “What..is this So big ..? Show me where. ”Longing flashed in the child's eyes. Looking at her, I frantically split the papers around the cages. Inside, the birds, which were yellow, black, and green in color, sounded louder than before as they watched the new space with horror. As well as the pigeons were walking fast cross-country into their cage. I looked at the shawl.She was looking at the birds. "Dad..is this Love Birds ..? This is the pigeon itself ..? The joy of seeing the birds breed was in her voice. It was also the surprise of seeing the birds alive in the vicinity. “Do you like it ..?. "I really like all the birds ..!" She came as told and hugged me. Abba..now I was overjoyed. Yet her gaze was on the birds. "Dad .. open it all ..!" "Oops..everything will fly away when it opens..After our house, we can grow all these cages." Akila was having fun watching us talk as she stood with her hands clasped. Shalini was still looking at the cages. A few minutes passed. Shalini slowly released her hands from my hugged shoulder. She went straight to the cage where the Lovebirds were and looked back at me. "Daddy..you should not come next to me. That's where you will be." Sadar opened its cages. As if waiting for this, the lovebirds flew out of the cage in a row. At the same second, she opened the cages containing the pigeons. Before she could tell me what she was going to do, it happened. "Day..day..what are you doing..is it open ..? Let all these Love Birds fly away ..! ” Just as I was saying that, all the pigeons that were hesitant to come out of the cage . They flew away to chase her away and disappeared in a few seconds. She had planned and texted me so well now that the birds were all open. " do you like birds very much ..!" “Yeah..I like it very much. That's why I opened it. ”I looked at what she said once more. I knew now that there was a lot of meaning in those words. In the hands of Shalini, who had returned home in a few seconds, there was a small birch sapling, as if nothing had happened. "Dad..don't worry..let's plant this tree behind our house.Is it a little .., like a flying pigeon now, let a lot of birds come and gather here. Akila face lit up with pride. Realising that children are not children at all times and adults are not adults, I was born again that day ..!
By Zarinabanu Zarinabanu2 years ago in Fiction
Old house
Like a snail renewing its hole and a snake renewing its skin, Australians change the house in which they live once every seven years. So the houses they lived in would come to the market for sale once every seven years. Elderly people sell a big house and look for a small house. Similarly, houses change not only as the family grows, but also as the family splits. People who have come here from countries like Sri Lanka and India cannot believe this attitude of the Australians. They will live for many generations, until a hundred-year-old houses collapse in our countries. They will be proud to live for so many generations. What is right and what is wrong is not an argument here. The more people who work in the community, the more money there will be in the community. That money will keep the community spinning like a wheel. If an Australian had lived seventy-five years he would have lived in at least ten houses. How many home brokers, lawyers, would have benefited from those ten times? Why, only the banks would have benefited? Who benefits if you live, grow, mature, die, and go to the box instead of a home? The exchange of money does not occur much there. This money transfer is the fuel of the capitalist machine. From here, jobs are created and the country's economy thrives. We sold the big house we lived in for the last quarter century because it was no longer necessary. After coming to Australia and staying in five rental houses for five years, we bought a house of our own near a school for children. The children's grandson and granddaughter have said goodbye, and our need for the children to leave the nest has diminished. But we did not have the opportunity to comfortably buy a house that suited us. When we got the price of a house we wanted, we hurriedly sold the old one. Since we had already decided on the holiday by the time we sold the old house and bought the new one, we insured the new house we bought and went to India. Arriving by taxi directly to the new house we bought directly from the airport on our way back from vacation, it was midnight. We thanked the son who caused it when the scent wafted through his breath as he opened the house and cleaned the house for us who came in because we had the opening. The first week before we arrived our son was holding a cleaner and cleaning the carpet. Although newly purchased, the house is not brand new or refurbished. Sixty years old. Aged couple, house lived for forty years. He lived alone for a hundred years after the death of the householder's wife. He lived in a nursing home for six months and died last month. His two sons had sold that old house to us without making any repairs. The old house is located in a quiet suburb of Melbourne. Five kg to the beach. House on Branch Street coming from Small Street. Not much vehicular traffic. You can walk in and buy groceries. The old house had trees growing as an oasis around the house. The north-facing house where the awning does not come into the house in the summer. Small land around the house. It does not require much maintenance. I liked this house as soon as I saw it on the internet for so many reasons. The thought came that this should not be left out. When we found out that the house would be put up for auction, we knew for sure that many would come and that those who were more comfortable than us could come. And with good credit, you might find exactly what you need. So we caught an experienced professional system representative in the home auction for us and asked him to participate in this auction on our behalf. A home auction is a street play in Australia that takes to the streets and takes the stage without a hitch. The bidding protagonist will be specially hired. Five or six people around him will stand as assistants to that real estate agent and inspire listeners. Suppress the voice and slowly raise the volume for the bidders. Serious bidders will stand in the inner ring, those who think they will participate if the price comes to them will stand in the next ring, and those who leave will stand in the big ring. I remember one time in my thirties when I was about to participate in an auction like this. It was a time of clean blood and a healthy heart. But, in this day and age of medication for high blood pressure, I have appointed someone for us that is why unnecessary squeezing. My son and I decided to have fun watching the auction play. Summer is summer for us. The tree-lined road was only accessible by daylight in the afternoon. More than sixty people stood leaning against the surrounding trees and walls. When the auction started at exactly eleven o’clock my heart started in first gear and continued to climb. My heart rate also skyrocketed when more than ten people participated in this auction early on and the price of the house skyrocketed. My agent said nothing. Why is he silent? Is the money given to him worthwhile? I myself may have been participating in the auction. Unnecessary work. Already by my wife, ‘We can attend directly ourselves. The policy statement was that 'everything that catches an agent is a waste'. I scolded myself for thinking why I ignored it. Will it go up in price for us uncontrollably? I was in the mood to look at the picture of from the front door thinking that the house had slipped away. In the final round two middle-aged men competed with a small amount of tug-of-war. One of them seemed to be cheering with a young girl like her daughter in her arms. I thought he was the father bidding for the daughter. The other was a Chinese family standing in a crowd. It was a Chinese real estate agent who gave a voice in Tamil Nadu to actor to help the Chinese family. My heart raced like a Formula One race car but I was able to watch these scenes as well. Just as the United States ended World War II with the atomic bomb, so did those around me when my agent quoted the price in a single leap. Our swaying protagonist spun around the necks of those standing in the three rings to see if anyone else was increasing the amount. The bidders were excited by the word and body as they tried to keep the already standing supporting actors alive by giving oxygen to the dead in Corona. Everyone silently retreated successfully with a face of evening flowers. Auction amount , how he sees the final price of the Word with those who have face. The auction would have been even higher if I had said that amount was wasted. After a few minutes the bidder, after making sure that no one asked for a refund, said one, two, three and hit the refusal with the hammer in his hand and handed over the house as ours. My firm belief is that the house would not have been available without that agent. Another thing was not to take my wife to that auction. Home auction is often likened to the murder of criminals by guillotines during the French Revolution. Here too hundreds of people would have gathered to watch as the debt rope fell guillotine around one's neck. what will happen…? For the next twenty-five years, the bloodless man would have run around with a hammer tied to his nose. When he pays off the loan and owns the house, he is blind and stumbles to walk into the house. We bought the house and left because we had already made arrangements to go on vacation. The house in front has also been sold. We also sent home the bed furniture we bought. When I was temporarily staying somewhere else for a few months after selling the old house, many times my car went to the old house without me knowing. When I go to the door, I will look for myself. Once when I went there to pick up the letters, the Chinese woman who bought the house had completely changed the wooden floor of the house to black. I cursed the Chinese woman in search of the old floor in my mind, even though she said in words that it was good to see her. Twenty-five years of memories are indelible, aren't they? A pomegranate tree was planted by my father-in-law in the backyard of our old house. He will shed sweet fruits in every picture after he dies. Giving to friends and eating too. Similarly, a curry tree was planted by my father-in-law and flourished. For many years they were both self-sufficient for us. Although I wanted to record both of these in memory of my father, I called my friend because I did not know the technology of farming. But in the case of pomegranate, the texture was correct but not in the case of caraway. The Chinese woman who bought our house said that if you want, you can take the whole caraway tree with you. I did not want that. A vacuum appeared in my mind when I sold the house we had lived in for a quarter of a century. At the same time as leaving the country of birth, mother and father, the moisture for the feelings in my mind would easily dry up like rain falling on the sand dunes of . But since the wife's father and mother lived and died in that house with us for many years, their memories do not easily form a flood of rain falling on the clay floor. So at least before I went on vacation, I asked a friend to pour water on the pomegranate I had left in the house in memory of my father-in-law. I remember reading somewhere that the gods appeared in those days as a result of humans giving shape to whatever they wanted. Then the pomegranate tree, the father-in-law will stand outside our new home. After the holiday, we boarded a taxi from the airport, packed up, and headed to bed. Not hungry because I ate on the plane at night. There is nothing at home to eat even if you are so hungry. We emptied the refrigerator and turned off the electricity. I put a cup of water by the bed and left before going to bed. No sleep the first night in the new house. Having stayed in India for six weeks, the body clock was given the key to Indian time. She closed her eyes but refused to turn off the sleep. Slow, but never-before-heard rustling sound was heard. It was as if two small stones were touching each other and coming back. When we looked back it was like a sound we could only hear when the teeth were biting each other. At a young age, I heard Achi say, 'Potion smells like a tooth, like an insect in the stomach.' I also remember spending a night in Sri Lankan prairie, one night naked and gritting my teeth, as I went on duty without clothes. We can only hear if we gnash our teeth. But that night, as I lay in my new home, I heard a loud bang. Standing outside and brushing one's teeth with a loudspeaker can be described as lucrative. The ascendant continued to descend even as Osai left. That noise, that fear did not create something in me. I closed my eyes and listened as if enjoying a psalm of something. It's half past one. The house needs to be repaired anyway. Is the window not locked properly? Or is the air coming in through a hole? The sound of something coming off the roof tiles ..? I was left with many questions in my mind as to whether the surrounding trees were being knocked to the roof by any wind. When there is an illness it will be easier for the doctor to find the cause of the disease. I got out of bed thinking that I could easily find the bug when I saw the noise, just as the mechanic would easily detect when the engine noise is coming from the running vehicle. The wife nearby heard a slow snoring sound I picked up the phone without turning on the light and came out of the room with its light on and looked at the bathroom. Nothing is known. The glass window above was locked. I looked up at the toilet on the side. The cold air came in with small wire nets there and slapped him in the face. A strong wind blew outside. But summer in Melbourne. The toilet door slammed shut. In the rooms other than the bedrooms the unoccupied boxes were lying on the floor. I went to my classroom and pushed through the boxes lying there and pushed the closed window with my hands. I noticed something was coming up. I placed it near my ear and examined it as if the doctor were examining the chest. Nothing. Similarly, when I looked at the other two rooms, there were clothes, boxes and luggage in one room. In the last room the wife had pictures of the cat and her suitcase. There is nothing there. When I tapped the window of that room by hand , there was a slight vibration in the glass window. I tore up a small piece of cardboard box lying on the floor. I knocked on the other windows at the front of the house, thinking that the sound might have come from there. I saw the kitchen area and the door to the exit from there. For almost half an hour I saw a new house I had bought as an architect examining it before buying a house. We bought the house at auction on the basis of a certificate issued by an architect who had already paid and researched before buying the house. No matter what the housekeeper examines, the cause of the noise is not clear. I came to bed with satisfaction. Memories of the old house continued to linger. Immigrating to Australia and selling that house where life’s dreams have lived for a quarter of a century is no easy task for us. Not only do we currently not need a large terrace for the two of us to live in, but we decided to look for another house because maintaining a large house is not easy. The green memories of his wife and children growing up in that house and his parents living and dying continued to cast a shadow. For me there are no such big sentiments. The only idea was to make it easier to maintain a small house in a quiet place. I slept that night in that new home in the mental flow of wanting to live in a quiet place towards the end of life. I went the next morning and brought our pet dog Cindy. During our vacation it was maintained elsewhere. That eight-year-old Labrador is the next life living with us. Snoring at night as we lay on the ground next to our cot. Even if you hear some small noise, the selected guard will get up and go outside. The night it came home the next day it didn’t even sleep. There was a series of walks throughout the house. I thought the new house would have required him to marry places like us and harmonize himself. But, on some days the night has calmed down. I also fall asleep as soon as I get used to the Australian time. Again one night I was relieved to hear the sound of teeth brushing. Cindy also went to the back door as she collapsed. I got up and drank the water from the glass jar and looked at the cell phone. One o'clock at night. I also got up and stood in the back door as Cindy continued and collapsed. As well as its neck muscles bulging and hair pierced. The ears were also erect as a loudspeaker at the time. She looked at me as if she was pretending to open the door, stretching her forearms and twisting her muscles to get ready for the day. I opened the back door and put out the lamp, thinking that something might have appeared in its eyes. In the light the area became daylight. Nothing is known. Not even the trees danced to the wind. Cindy didn't mess up. Came outside and sniffed the back of our bathroom. He put his feet on the bathroom wall for a while and sniffed the wall again. As soon as I got out I looked out the windows and the house. Nothing is known. When I came around the house and looked through every window and door there was no sound coming from anywhere. When we went back inside the house with Cindy, our wife heard us and got up and inquired, “Nothing, Cindy is upset. That's what I saw. " ——– Again a few days later and one night Cindy was devastated to hear the sound of teeth grinding. Everything inside and out has been seen. The roof area is still there to see. I can't do that. The roof area was covered with dirt and moss. I called someone to look at the roof of the house and arranged to remove the moss by fitting the broken parts. The visitor washed the roof and sealed it with broken tiles at several points. When I was satisfied that I had inspected all the parts of the house, my wife and I decided to make some more repairs and repaint the interior. Corona came to Melbourne and made us stay at home. We forgot the sound that came at night because we could not call anyone for housework Two months later, again in the middle of the night, Cindy burst into tears. I looked out the window screen. The full moon shyly hid among the trees. It was winter and it was forbidden to go outside so we reached inside the house and forgot about the sky , the sun and the moon and stayed inside to warm the house. Cindy went back to the back door. Then when the door opened it bounced towards the fence. At that time we saw a giant jump from an electric wire to a tree. When , who was looking down from the branch of the tree, saw that in the moonlight, she ignored the and went back to the window and sniffed Cindy. This time the wife who came behind me " I think. It was as if the old man who had been in the house before was coming to the house from time to time. Who lived here for many years. We need to get this house repaired and repainted as soon as possible. ” I laughed without believing it. Although I woke up the next morning, I was still in bed reading until nine o’clock. When my wife yelled "Ginger buy… Ginger buy" I ran as I asked "What happened?" "Take a look at the incense," he said, holding out a red-covered plastic jar. “What? ” "Look, take this and throw it away." Two sets of teeth in it looked at me and smiled. The cavities in those teeth widened in my mind “Where were they? “ "Plate above the window" “Haven’t slipped in our eyes yet? “ "Sin, as if had been taken to an old age home without a set of teeth. He's looking for a toothpick to bite into. " I put it in the trash can of our new house, as I was told, "Most old people give me mashed potatoes at home." After that, we locked the house a couple of times and when we went out and returned the house was left unopened to open. Eventually those two times the door had to be broken. "It simply came to our notice then. The house needs to be fixed soon. “Let the corona end. Pulse is no more. Man will never come again. ”
By Zarinabanu Zarinabanu2 years ago in Fiction
Travel Cuisine (Sri Lanka)
Feeling we have 'Run out of gas' emotionally in the middle of the holiday season? Should the holiday be artistic with good food in a historic setting with nature? After watching Gautham Menon's "Fear is ", does the motor vehicle in your hand invite you for a long journey? That is why we can say that vacancy is a place that God has created. Occupying the southwestern coast of Sri Lanka and being easily accessible by international waters, Galle has always been a city that adapted itself to their culture whenever it came under the control of the Jaropia she. It can still be seen today around the city of Galle. Moreover, it would not be an exaggeration to say that such historical relics and traditions have made Kali a tourist destination. The expressway facility has changed the journey from Colombo to Galle in an hour, so one day you will be able to enjoy the beauty of Galle and the ancient architecture there. Otherwise, the journey time to Galle on the southwest coast would be approximately three hours, making it an ideal route for bike travel. Places to admire In Galle, as in other parts of the world, there is no need to travel long distances to reach each tourist destination. Most of the ancient buildings and the beach mixed with nature are easily connected to the old fort.Basically the city of Galle can be divided into two. One would be running a restless modern city, including a train station, a bus station, and an empty international stadium. The other, irrelevant to any of these, is quietly set to reflect the city of Old Holland. You can park your car in this quiet city and walk around. Gaelic Fort From the moment we entered Galle, we could see the lighthouse rising from the sky and the walls of the fort still intact! The fort was first built by the Portuguese in 1588 to preserve the British settlements of the day. Still, Hollande played a major role in shaping its present form. Even today, the fact that Dutch families still own some of the artistic houses located inside Calicut is a testament to the foreigner's love for Sri Lanka.Galle is one of the worst cities in Sri Lanka to face a tsunami disaster. Meanwhile, Calicut was also affected. To this day, Calicut stands as a remnant of the tsunami and stands as an example of the talent of the day.As you walk along the walls of the Galle Fort, you will not only enjoy the beauty of the sea, but also the Diver. They can be found in the Flag Rock area, which is famous for its vacant lots. Just as there is danger in beauty, there is danger in taking the life of these people, even though the adventure is beautiful. Museums If you are planning to visit Galle, here are some important Sri Lankan museums that you should not miss if you are interested in learning more about Sri Lanka and its antiquities.Galle National Museum - The building built for them by the Dutch government still preserves all the historical artifact's from the earliest days of Galle to British rule. On the way out after visiting the National Museum, you will come across a well-grown Breadfruit Tree. But, this is no ordinary tree. It is the first 300 year old moist coconut tree brought to Sri Lanka by the Dutch.Galle Maritime Museum - One of the natural harbours of Sri Lanka is located in Galle. If so, that is not to say that Galle has historical significance in maritime and maritime affairs. The museum, which opened in 1992 for public use in the Hollande building, was also damaged by the tsunami. However, with the help of UNESCO in 2004 and the Government of the Netherlands in 2010 with 177 million, it has been renovated and re-opened to the public.Galle Mansion Museum - This private museum is located in the oldest residence in Galle and houses all kinds of artefacts that reflect the ancient way of life in Galle. It covers everything from ancient pottery to tools used by our ancestors. The private museum, run by Gaffar, is also a sales outlet. There is no shortage of with their artistic influence, just as there was the influence of the English in the history of Galle.. Similarly, there is the 300 year old MEERAN Mosque (MEERAN MOSQUE) which tells the story of the who entered Sri Lanka through trade.Thus, as you walk into Calicut to admire the ancient architecture, museums and religious sites, you will find a variety of restaurants in Galle that will satisfy your hunger with a variety of dishes, not just the usual ones, in the middle or at the end of the journey. Restaurants ; With the recent increase in the number of tourists, Dutch families are turning their homes into modern restaurants and exchanging a variety of overseas cuisines. The restaurants located within the Galle Fort are high in price and quality and you can get our regular meals at different prices in the new Galle city. The Dutch hospital is located in Calicut, similar to the present day dining hall complex known as the Dutch Hospital in Colombo. Apart from this, Fort Rotti Restaurant - Available in a variety of bread based foods. Chambers - Moroccan and Italian cuisine are available here.kitchen - Here you can enjoy other dishes including Fresh and Healthy Salads.One of the perfect places for burger lovers. Also, try this as an alternative to Colombo's franchise restaurants such as Buger King and McDonald's. These are just some of the goal setting shareware that you can use on your travels.Thus, anyone who returns home at the end of the day, enjoying all parts of Kali nagar, will not return in the evening without enjoying the sunset beauty of the empty beaches or the coastal walls of the fort.
By Zarinabanu Zarinabanu2 years ago in Wander
heart-shaped locket Diana(2)
India-1885: Amelia Harper, a beautiful English woman, in her early twenties She came to Madras, the capital of the southern Indian capital, from England, as a teacher at home to teach children.Little did she know that the Indian National Congress Against British Colonialism was formed the same year she arrived. Under the administration of the East India Company, the Indian subcontinent, beginning in 1757, came under the direct rule of the British Empress from 1858 onwards, with riots erupting in 1857 against the East India regime.Tens of thousands of people from the British middle class came to India to 'develop' industry and education. According to the 1861 census, there were a total of 125,945 whites in India. Of which 84,083 are white ‘common people;’,There were 66.000 white soldiers and 130.000 Indian soldiers to hold the subcontinent of India and 350.000 soldiers as junior kings who ruled many parts of India. In the UK.Amelia, a middle-class woman, has many women in her family who have long been involved in the business of educating upper-class families. Amelia has a very progressive policy of her own. Amelia was one of the women who contributed to the spread of the idea that women should have the right to vote in the UK.Before engaging in ‘political’ ideas, Amelia was sent to India or. When Canada, one of the British colonial countries, was thinking of sending an educational train to Australia,Amelia got a job in India on the recommendation of a native woman in India. The new culture and the new environment overwhelmed Amelia. Many cruel customs in India;The plight of women made her angry. She could not do anything against them. She longed to return to England.When her relatives heard that the British were living with in India, they advised her to marry a British man in India.She didn't like it. Time flew by. Her job was to pay a new way to Amelia, the love of William Harrison, an army chief who often visited the home of an army officer. Amelia's husband is not a colonial pervert. She will be treated very cruelly by caste, religion and ethnicity.He heartily admired some of the British administration for trying to benefit the common people, but he was the military commander who saved the colony.Although he understands Amelia's 'welfare thinking' in chronological order, he does not want his wife to go out and do it.There were servants for various kinds of work in their house. Her great-grandmother ‘Thomas Borna Do’ for poor children in the east of London;Amelia, who had heard of teaching at a start-up company, said she too could teach poor Indian women.After their marriage, he moved north due to his promotion;Amelia treated their Indian servants with love and taught English to their children.Time moved on, and she had four children, one after the other.She raised a baby girl and three boys as filming specials for the paradises she got. When the first girl was ten years old, her grief was unbearable when grief came and she died.She prayed day and night that she would not have a baby girl. She was saddened by the failure of her expectation.For many months, she was confined to her home. At that time a baby girl was born to a young couple who became their cooks.Amelia caressed and kissed the fairy-like baby. She named him Diana.Amelia treated the baby with love. She forgot her grief at the child's laughter.For the poor servants who were treated as downtrodden and oppressed, little Amelia, the cook's child, was a wonderful English woman. Amelia's sons grew up. The first two sons were sent to England for higher studies, under the supervision of Amelia's family in London.Five-year-old last son James; Only then in India. In the garden, he runs and plays with two-year-old Diana.Many English cynics in Amelia watched in disgust as the English boy played with the Indian maid.Amelia in their racism; Not paying much attention. At that time, many political changes were taking place in India. By Nivedita , a white woman who was invited to India by Vivekananda in 1898 as his niece; Many changes took place in the education of Indian women. Was already going on Amelia's last son, James Avan, was sent to study in England as usual at the age of eleven, according to British custom in India.She enjoyed teaching Diana the solitude of Amelia, who had sent her three children to England. Amelia and her husband came to India every two or three years to spend the spring vacation with their parents, and Amelia and her husband moved to London.Diana, beyond the identity of being the daughter of a servant, grew up knowledgeable and beautiful, in the warmth of Amelia. Her maternal grandfather, according to their caste custom.When Diana reached puberty they decided to marry her. Diana was almost thirteen then.Amelia and her husband prevented it. Diana's mother told her father that it was cruel for her to have a child and marry her.Amelia prayed that Diana, who was forced to marry at a young age by her mother and father, would become a teacher. Many political and social changes began in India at that time. Mohanlal Gandhi came to India from South Africa.Annie Besant, an Irish white woman, was making many progressive changes in India. Annie joined the Indian Political Party and focused on the advancement of women.World War I began in 1914. Countries such as Britain, Russia, and France fought alongside Germany, Austria, Hungary, and Italy.The Ottoman Empire (modern-day Turkey), which ruled the Mediterranean at the time, joined the German alliance. Amelia's eldest two sons are also closely associated in the UK.The eldest son finished his studies. The mother told her father that she had decided to marry the girl she studied with and stay in England.The second son had just begun medical school.The third son had come to India in mid-1917. British-Indian soldiers were actively involved in World War I.Tens of thousands of English and Indian youth were recruited for the war.Amelia's husband, William, was an army officer. His son was expected to join the army. The third son, James, nineteen years old, came to India and went for military training a few months later.Upon completion of the training, he was sent to the fierce battle between the British alliance and the German alliance in the territory of Mozambique.World War I killed thousands of young people. The United States joined the British Alliance in 1917.The war was raging. Amelia prayed to God for her son's protection. World War I killed millions of young people in many places. One of them was James, son of the Amelia-William couple,Within two months of going to the battlefield, he was defeated by the enemy in a battle with the enemy in the region of Mozambique;When the news came, Amelia could not bear it. She cried as a mother who had snatched away billions of young people.In the absence of her son, she did not want to live for a minute. She left India and came to England to see her two sons.She knew in that look that he had failed her. Her husband was one of the British military officers in India.And she, too, was in danger of leaving India and coming to England by sea. The enemy's navy was spread over many parts of the Indian Ocean.At the same time, the issue of marriage talk to Diana saw an intense phase. Later, while Amelia was weeping for her dead son, James, Diana ran and fell at Amelia's feet, screaming. ‘My family is going to kill me,’ exclaimed the sixteen-year-old girl.‘Did you refuse to get married?’ Amelia asked as she hugged the beautiful young woman.Diana cried for a long time without answering Amelia's question.For Amelia, Diana began to understand that marriage could not be the only reason for her depression.‘Diana, what’s the matter?’ She asked as she hugged Diana sympathetically. Diana belongs to an untouchable caste in the Indian caste system. There is no room for such comments in Amelia's humanity.Diana, very reluctantly took Amelia hand and held it to her stomach, and in the midst of the cry ‘James baby, your grands In the middle of the cry ‘James baby, your grandson is growing in my womb’. For a moment Amelia felt the world turn upside down. In front of her, she saw this beautiful young Indian woman carrying her heir intruding.At the thought of Amelia, the happy smiles that flashed across James' face came and went during his stay in India. On the day James went to war, Diana's grief from loneliness was understandable.Amelia's instinct made it clear that James had been in love with Diana since her birthday and from an early age. She did not think that the love that came when Amelia hugged Diana to forget the tragedy of the death of her only daughter would turn like this.The son of a British high ranking officer is the boyfriend of an Indian woman who serves them ?.At that moment Amelia could not think of anything smoothly. Diana's family is sure to kill her honor if she tells Alia's husband William the truth about Diana - James what will happen? William was a very good man. But he was one of the highest-ranking military commanders of the British Empire ruling India.Will Amelia drive Diana's family out of town? Amelia cried alone all night thinking of her husband and her beloved son's baby.Amelia orders Diana not to tell her mother or father anything. In a hurry she asks her close friend for help.The truth about Diana doesn’t say it all. She only said that Diana's life was in danger from her family because Diana wanted someone her father did not like.Amelia knows some Indians who would not hesitate to kill her if their daughter did not do what they wanted. Her chief duty was to save Diana. Amelia told her friend that if any English-speaking Diana was admitted to a nun's monastery, she would be able to educate poor children there. Diana was sent several hundred miles from where they were.Her parents were the first to let others know about her. Amelia knew it was as if her loss was the big thing. However, the parents knew that Amelia had told the other servants that their daughter had gone to their owner's house in the distance.Over time, Amelia was relieved when her parents, who knew nothing about Diana, began to tell her that Diana had married her where she had gone. Beginning in 1918, an outbreak of the deadly Spanish virus caused tens of thousands of soldiers to die. The virus also spread to the general public. World War I was raging. Not only the war veterans, but the deaths of civilians and the economic crisis showed signs of ending the war.Six months after the death of Amelia's wonderful son, Amelia was overjoyed to hear that Diana had given birth to a beautiful baby girl at a nunnery. But how to tell her husband about Diana? She had no idea how he would take it.When the war ended, her husband was about to retire and he told Amelia that they would both be living in England with their sons. Amelia does not want to leave her granddaughter Jane and Diana in India. By the end of the war she had planned to tell him about Diana and her granddaughter anyway. She was waiting to beg him to take them with them anyway.Amelia's family was hit by Hitler's bomb on the day they tried to leave London, killing Amelia at home.Jane and her husband had gone to a Labor meeting for the liberation of the colonial countries; They escaped because they were not at home. After the end of the war in 1942. The news of the death of forty-year-old Diana came as she was making preparations to go to India to show her eldest son to her mother Diana.The tragedy of not seeing the mother who gave birth to her haunts Jane. Jane's desire to have a baby girl named after her mother turns to bran when their next child is born a boy. When her eldest son was born in 1970, Jane was amazed to compare the child to a photograph of her father, James Paul, in print. The baby was Diana's father, David Maston."Your grandmother told me many stories when I was growing up. Can you name my mother, my great-grandmother, if you give birth to a baby girl?" Jane begged her grandson.Many girls born in England in 1997 were named after British Princess Diane, who died prematurely at the time. Diana's father asked his wife, "Can we name our baby Diana?" She did not know her husband's geography. She did not need to tell him about it. But the beautiful name agreed with me.When he is little, he remembers his beloved grandmother, the beautiful Diana. For Diana's twenty - first birthday, when he tries to serve her favorite vegetable dish at home, Logan, who was there, has no idea of his love for his daughter.She doesn't even know the reason for the change in her face when she saw him and the embarrassment that followed. But early in the morning of the next day, Diana hurried to the university without telling her father.Love Logan and Diana who came as a cook? This question struck a chord in his mind.He came to Diana's University the next day because he had a recent court case. The restaurant owner, who had arranged for Diana's birthday party, inquired about the world with her friend. Logan is not a cook. Sinekitan of his son. Logan is a medical student who came to London in 1983 as a Tamil refugee who had lost everything due to the genocidal action taken by the Sri Lankan government against Tamils in Sri Lanka.He also said that he was the son of a Sri Lankan university doctor who came. Also, when Logan accidentally came to the store to see his friend, he told him that Logan had come with his son because there were not enough people to send those who had placed orders outside.But. He could not bear the thought of Diana running away from home early in the morning for fear of what would happen if she found out she was in love with a cook. ‘My tradition begins with an Indian religious woman, my great-grandmother Amelia lived against caste and ethnic differences.Grandmother Jane and her husband fought for the liberation of the colonial countries through the Labor Party. I dedicate my life to the cause of human equality. Your maternal relatives have no right to question your search for a future spouse. You know that I have no other pleasure than to associate Logan and you; I just told you and ran away '; Told Diana and kissed her daughter! When he arrived at his room, he hugged Logan, saying, "I love you, Diana." Logan is unaware that the 1918-2018 history of their love affair is the reason for Diana's kiss. In a few more seconds, when they fall in love, Diana can tell it to Logan.
By Zarinabanu Zarinabanu2 years ago in Fiction
heart-shaped locket Diana (1)
I always thought my dad was very good and trying to understand me like no other dad, ”Diana says to herself. Her father, Mr. David Maston, is a well-known lawyer who advocates for human right. Who knows how to respect others.The cynical cynics of Diana, the daughter of a father who loves his daughter very much, think she is very lucky.She lived in the arms of her father and mother until she was nineteen years old when she started her university studies. Diana's mother and father when told that Diana was staying at a university hostel; Not prevented.Their home is a thirty-minute train ride from the university. But instead of traveling every day from her home, they welcomed her to live together with her new friends. ‘Going to university is not only a future study, but also an experience of interacting with diverse students from many parts of the world that will help us in many moments in the future’Diana gladly accepted the explanation given by her father who understood her.But she could not bear the shock he gave her yesterday.Recovering from that trauma, she is now heading to university for a romantic embrace of her beloved Logan.An underground train crosses West London and heads towards the University of East London in the dark. Today, after a two-week vacation, she looks forward to her beloved Logan's beautiful smile and his hug.But the shock of him coming to Diana's house as a cook yesterday still shakes her.Does Logan study at university and do his part-time job at a restaurants? She does not know how she suddenly came to their house as a cook yesterday. About a year after going to university, Diana told her father that Logan, a Tamil student, had a background in becoming a 'vegetarian'; No place to know. In the early days of the university, when multidisciplinary students met in the dining hall, Logan would fill a plate with non-vegetarian food. She didn't know much about him then. She is studying Biology. Aspiring to do a lot of research on viruses and bacteria.Logan, a medical student, dissected the dead man's body and classified the body. Seeing the nerves as fibers, rub the muscle; She thought he might not like animal food.Only when their relationship was closed; Told the story of why he became a vegetarian.Logan has always loved mom’s cooking. Over time, his mother joined the non-vegetarian diet for no apparent reason. But he said he had no disgust or hatred for non-vegetarians. ‘Did all primitive humans live by hunting animals’? Laughing, he interprets Diana. For the past two years, she has been celebrating her birthday with her classmates at university.That's because her birthday, when it comes to the weekday, is celebrated together with cynics in the dormitory This year, she did not refuse when her father, Mr. Maston, told her to celebrate her twenty - first birthday with a close relative.She hid for her parents the sad feeling that she had not spent her important twenty-one years with Logan.She will be leaving the university for her next birthday celebration.So, her last birthday party; The plan to celebrate ‘alone’ with Logan was thwarted at the father’s request. They invites the owner to her birthday party at their house.She also said that her favorite non-vegetarian food is specially prepared from an Indian shop to serve to everyone. She also said that some people from the Indian shop would come and treat her to her birthday celebration yesterday.But I do not think Logan will be one of the hosts from the Indian store.Her father had said that they would heat the food prepared from the Indian shop and share it with the guests at Diana's house. Yesterday she rang the doorbell and when she opened the door and saw Logan she was chokes. What is he doing here? Before she could open her mouth, the Indian cook whose father had come; Welcomed the crowd. ‘This is my daughter Diana. Today is her twenty-first birthday. This arrangement is for my daughter. 'Diana looked up at Logan's face as he hugged his daughter and told her. He had her father's speech without looking at her directly. The food from the Indian shop was served to relatives who came to celebrate Diana's birthday. One of them, Diana's mother, was an Englishman who never knew Indian food.One of Diana's father's relatives told Diana's relatives that her father, David, loves Indian food as much as Diana. Mr. David Maston looked at his daughter affectionately and said, 'Our old generation is related to India.' ‘Oh, really, colonial administrators’? One of Diana's uncles asked her brother-in-law in a very progressive manner. ‘Hmm.’ David Maston, without saying much; ‘M’ looking lovingly at his daughter; Poured. She knew that there was no limit to the affection her father had for her. Diana once said that one day, when she started eating non-vegetarian food, her maternal ancestors were related to India.His father's grandmother to Diana; I know. That grandmother Jane, who named Diana.Many times Diana's grandmother Jane affectionately tells her that her father, James, was born David Maston, the grandson of Diana's paternal grandmother. When Grandma Jane died when Diana was ten, her father cried like a baby.Is that grandmother's lineage related to India? The opportunity to question everything like that has not yet come to Diana. For those memories, did you invite Indian food home? Many questions in her mind; Were continuing.Logan could not be reached for comment as the whole house was in turmoil yesterday. And she wanted to hear his shock directly from him. Logan waited for Diana's arrival.Before he could finish hugging her and saying ‘Happy Birthday Darling’, she wondered, ‘Why did you come to the cook’s house yesterday?’.He raised an eyebrow at her not knowing the reason for her anger.‘Hey, what are you cheering about? My friend's father owns a restaurant.Sometimes his customers would come home and tell him to serve the food. Perfectly busy at the restaurant yesterday, as well as someone not coming to work.When my friend told me he was going to help with the waiters, I said yes, but I didn't know I was coming to your house. ' She was still upset when he explained.Is Ivan working part time in a restaurant ?. She did not ask the above questions. She did not dare. The two did not talk much because he had to run to his class. That's not a problem for Diana. But so far she has not told her mother and father about her love.But Logan is confused when it comes to plates of food. Not all of her relatives are progressives like her uncle.Now, another doubt had sprouted in her mind.Did Dad know that her boyfriend was not white? He is a very good progressive. She knew in that look that if he found out that her daughter had lost her mind to a non-Englishman, she would not stand against her daughter's wishes, even if she did not know what he was going to say. But what if she finds out that her daughter's boyfriend is a cook in a restaurant with a part - time job?How will her mother's family take over? Logan, who works part-time at a restaurant? She has no problem though.She did not concentrate on her studies that day. During the break after lunch, as usual, the father's call came while the student was chatting with friends at the club. If there are any cases in the court in this city, he will come and see his daughter when he comes to this page. ‘Will my princess have time to have coffee with Dad?’ Dad’s voice showed an unusual flexibility... She was busy with their relatives who had come from far away at night, as many relatives came to her birthday party yesterday.When Diana came out of the hotel, the breeze of August evening swept over her lovingly. The father was getting out of the car. When he saw Diana in the distance he hurried with a big smile on his face. He hugged her tight without saying anything for a few minutes. ‘Can I go to the park without having coffee?’ He begged her in a tone of voice.He knew her mind would turn. He then asks his daughter to explain her withered face in her speech as a ‘lawyer’.Diana is now twenty-one years old. Something is pressing on her mind. He wonders how to ask her about it. He understood that something was bothering her mind. What will it be? Did you talk about her birthday party yesterday? He doesn't know that either. But the fact that he has come today is the most important thing to him.It was a family secret that she kept secret until she was twenty-one. She knew the earthquake he had in mind when Diana told him to finish his three-year studies and go to India and work with the poor. Beyond the place where the father and daughter were, an English young man and an Indian young woman were walking hand in hand and hugging each other.Lovers of two races. One by one, having life speaks to the world in their view, in their embrace, in their body.She did not notice that Diana's father's vision was imprinted on those young lovers. She wondered if her mother and father knew how far she and Logan had come.If Diana told her family that she could not live without Logan, would they call her a madwoman? They know that their daughter is very honest and stubborn. Will you understand her desire and bless Logan: she has so many questions on her mind.Little did she know that her father had not noticed Diana staring at them.She knew in that look that he could not bear to see the Indian woman who had passed him by. She was startled to see that his eyes were troubled as he turned his gaze to his father. Dad wonders why the young couple.Diana is now confused about her father, leaving Logan and herself to think about. Did Dad ever fall in love with an Indian girl? Diana lovingly brushed her father's hands. She rested her head on her father's shoulders. Dad fell in love with an Indian girl at one time.Could their love have been broken without liking him or her family? Could it have come between color and racism and shattered their love? When she thought that, she felt sorry for her father. She brushed her father's cheeks and said, "I love you so much Daddy."He looked at his daughter's face. Water was flowing from his eyes. "I love you all with my live my darling daughter Diana, Diana," he said in a low voice, repeating her name. ‘Daddy, why are you so upset? Did I do something you didn’t like yesterday? ’She asked. The thought of Logan faded from her for a moment as she sighed at her father's sadness.‘I have come to talk about an important matter today,’ he said as he stared into her eyes. Logan has said he wants to work at the World Medical Institute to help poor people after graduation.She finishes her studies while he finishes his studies. When she thought she should tell Dad the reason for going to India she wanted to say something big! Diana nodded. She held her father's hands tightly.‘Now you, listen to what I have to say, daughter,’ he wiped away his tears. ‘The Indian woman who has now passed us by reminded me of my old days. She reminded me of my heritage. 'Diana was listening silently. His words contradicted each other. His words ‘My old days, our tradition’ became known as the words of a historical series. The evening sun was moving reluctantly on Mars, reluctant to part with its earthly love. ‘Did you know I told you my grandmother was named Jane? My grandmother thinks of me as the reincarnation of her father James.I'm going to tell the story of how she named her granddaughter after her father James' girlfriend Diana. Because I know you love Logan. ' He rubbed his daughter's beautiful face with love. ‘Dad, tell me more’; Diana looked at him, shaking her head.Her love for herself and Logan, and her unspoken guilt for her father, who had life in her, had silenced her. ‘I have heard that my grandmother’s mother’s name is Diana — a beautiful Hindi girl. You were the first of the Anglo-Indian mixed lovers when you were born; Generation my grandmother, third;The name has been given to you by a woman from a whole English family for generations. ' He recorded his vision. Continued the story.
By Zarinabanu Zarinabanu2 years ago in Fiction
Threading the Needle
My memories of sewing go back forty-five years at gas speed .... It was time to move to street in Chennai .... It was time to move to Chennai as my mother got a teaching job at Thana lakshmi Middle School where my father worked .... Until then My pinch legs wandering in the soil of the time when I set foot on the unpaved Madras tar roads without getting caught .... It was time to call my grandmother, grandfather, aunt, uncle, aunty and measure me with my relationships. .. A sewing machine in the main room of the house, except for some cooking utensils that my mother brought with me .... Usha sewing machine that my father bought after listening to my mother's request .... It is not for sewing for my mother's entertainment ... To fix the financial deficit of the house .... Then the teaching work, the sewing work throughout the evening ... the tuition children around the mother on the side ... the mother's legs and arms to run on the sewing machine, the vision is to look at the students .... until the night Dad returns home, the sound of the sewing machine will continue to sound ... Attracting customers to mom's sewing job is addictive .... My mother would automatically teach me to sew underwear, short skirts, sleeveless tops, and lace sewn gowns .... because I was a little fat .... Started .... In a few days, Taylor became the property of the people in the neighborhood ..... During Diwali and Pongal, they would stay up all night sewing .... That would cover the small expenses of the family ..... .... paralyzed at home for some time in motionless silence .... Then Usha Company released a new sewing machine .... After sewing ... the upper part of the machine can be tilted inside and placed inside a box-like structure and covered with a wooden board horizontally on it, it can also be used as a desk .... They waited for hours and bought it .... everyone at home was so happy to see it .... What to do with the old machine .... Parents do not have the habit of selling anything .... So it was donated by a distant relative who was abandoned by her husband and raised her only daughter struggling alone ... The new sewing machine was initially in operation for a long time ... As the days went by the pulse subsided, and that too was paralyzed in the corner of the newly built “elixir” house ... turned into a place to put folded clothes and notebooks ...... sewing was one of the occasional fresh hobbies of my childhood .... so dusty , The machine parts were repaired and I came back to life with that sewing machine ... I sewed easy clothes like skirt, sunsuit first .... Mom's old silk sarees transformed into skirts for me ...Later I trained with a tailoring teacher Mrs. Vairamati who worked at Thanalakshmi School and sewed blouses for myself ..... I'm halfway through everything .... sewing is no exception .... Adien lost interest, so the sewing machine went back to deep sleep .... Mom's student Lilavati, who just lost her father, mother who works as a nurse at Stanley Hospital ... often with her daughter to pity her heart He would come to my mother .... whenever he came he would gaze at this sewing machine .... it felt like it was meant for mom .... the next day the sewing machine was handed over to the nurse sister ... dad didn't ask anything about it .... I agree with that a bit No ... I had a fight with my mother ... My mother replied that being idle would be useful to anyone .... Occasionally there is a split in the husband's shirt pants and son's tracksuits, sewing by hand ... running to the tailor's shop for small jobs .... that sewing machine comes to mind ... the desire to buy one prevails .... but, that too some Days will be paralyzed in the corner, what is this unwanted desire of yours? ”I will immediately change my mind that this is true ... just as street food stores today protect the livelihoods of many women, as well as this sewing industry that once gave a hand to many helpless women .... Designer blouses, formerly worn by upper-class women and actresses, adorn the laity of today, so today the tailoring industry has grown into a lucrative business .... “Half man clothing half” is not just a proverb .... it is also a fact that I have seen in practice .. .It's my policy that even if you die, you'll still shine. A sewing machine in the main room of the house, except for some cooking utensils that my mother brought with me .... Usha sewing machine that my father bought after listening to my mother's request .... It is not for sewing for my mother's entertainment ... To fix the financial deficit of the house .... Then the teaching work, the sewing work throughout the evening ... the tuition children around the mother on the side ... the mother's legs and arms to run on the sewing machine, the vision is to look at the students .... until the night Dad returns home, the sound of the sewing machine will continue to sound ... Attracting customers to mom's sewing job is addictive .... My mother would automatically teach me to sew underwear, short skirts, sleeveless tops, and lace sewn gowns .... because I was a little fat .... Started .... In a few days, Taylor became the property of the people in the neighborhood ..... During Diwali and Pongal, they would stay up all night sewing .... That would cover the small expenses of the family ..... .... paralyzed at home for some time in motionless silence .... Then Usha Company released a new sewing machine .... After sewing ... the upper part of the machine can be tilted inside and placed inside a box-like structure and covered with a wooden board horizontally on it, it can also be used as a desk .... They waited for hours and bought it .... everyone at home was so happy to see it .... What to do with the old machine .... Parents do not have the habit of selling anything .... So it was donated by a distant relative who was abandoned by her husband and raised her only daughter struggling alone ... The new sewing machine was initially in operation for a long time ... As the days went by the pulse subsided, and that too was paralyzed in the corner of the newly built “elixir” house ... turned into a place to put folded clothes and notebooks ...... sewing was one of the occasional fresh hobbies of my childhood .... so dusty , The machine parts were repaired and I came back to life with that sewing machine ... I sewed easy clothes like skirt, sunsuit first .... Mom's old silk sarees transformed into skirts for me ...Later I trained with a tailoring teacher Mrs. Vairamati who worked at Thanalakshmi School and sewed blouses for myself ..... I'm halfway through everything .... sewing is no exception .... Adien lost interest, so the sewing machine went back to deep sleep .... Mom's student Lilavati, who just lost her father, mother who works as a nurse at Stanley Hospital ... often with her daughter to pity her heart He would come to my mother .... whenever he came he would gaze at this sewing machine .... it felt like it was meant for mom .... the next day the sewing machine was handed over to the nurse sister ... dad didn't ask anything about it .... I agree with that a bit No ... I had a fight with my mother ... My mother replied that being idle would be useful to anyone .... Occasionally there is a split in the husband's shirt pants and son's tracksuits, sewing by hand ... running to the tailor's shop for small jobs .... that sewing machine comes to mind ... the desire to buy one prevails .... but, that too some Days will be paralyzed in the corner, what is this unwanted desire of yours? ”I will immediately change my mind that this is true ... just as street food stores today protect the livelihoods of many women, as well as this sewing industry that once gave a hand to many helpless women .... Designer blouses, formerly worn by upper-class women and actresses, adorn the laity of today, so today the tailoring industry has grown into a lucrative business .... “Half man clothing half” is not just a proverb .... it is also a fact that I have seen in practice .. .It's my policy that even if you die, you'll still shine. A sewing machine in the main room of the house, except for some cooking utensils that my mother brought with me .... Usha sewing machine that my father bought after listening to my mother's request .... It is not for sewing for my mother's entertainment ... To fix the financial deficit of the house .... Then the teaching work, the sewing work throughout the evening ... the tuition children around the mother on the side ... the mother's legs and arms to run on the sewing machine, the vision is to look at the students .... until the night Dad returns home, the sound of the sewing machine will continue to sound ... Attracting customers to mom's sewing job is addictive .... My mother would automatically teach me to sew underwear, short skirts, sleeveless tops, and lace sewn gowns .... because I was a little fat .... Started .... In a few days, Taylor became the property of the people in the neighborhood ..... During Diwali and Pongal, they would stay up all night sewing .... That would cover the small expenses of the family ..... .... paralyzed at home for some time in motionless silence .... Then Usha Company released a new sewing machine .... After sewing ... the upper part of the machine can be tilted inside and placed inside a box-like structure and covered with a wooden board horizontally on it, it can also be used as a desk .... They waited for hours and bought it .... everyone at home was so happy to see it .... What to do with the old machine .... Parents do not have the habit of selling anything .... So it was donated by a distant relative who was abandoned by her husband and raised her only daughter struggling alone ... The new sewing machine was initially in operation for a long time ... As the days went by the pulse subsided, and that too was paralyzed in the corner of the newly built “elixir” house ... turned into a place to put folded clothes and notebooks ...... sewing was one of the occasional fresh hobbies of my childhood .... so dusty , The machine parts were repaired and I came back to life with that sewing machine ... I sewed easy clothes like skirt, sunsuit first .... Mom's old silk sarees transformed into skirts for me ...Later I trained with a tailoring teacher Mrs. Vairamati who worked at Thanalakshmi School and sewed blouses for myself ..... I'm halfway through everything .... sewing is no exception .... Adien lost interest, so the sewing machine went back to deep sleep .... Mom's student Lilavati, who just lost her father, mother who works as a nurse at Stanley Hospital ... often with her daughter to pity her heart He would come to my mother .... whenever he came he would gaze at this sewing machine .... it felt like it was meant for mom .... the next day the sewing machine was handed over to the nurse sister ... dad didn't ask anything about it .... I agree with that a bit No ... I had a fight with my mother ... My mother replied that being idle would be useful to anyone .... Occasionally there is a split in the husband's shirt pants and son's tracksuits, sewing by hand ... running to the tailor's shop for small jobs .... that sewing machine comes to mind ... the desire to buy one prevails .... but, that too some Days will be paralyzed in the corner, what is this unwanted desire of yours? ”I will immediately change my mind that this is true ... just as street food stores today protect the livelihoods of many women, as well as this sewing industry that once gave a hand to many helpless women .... Designer blouses, formerly worn by upper-class women and actresses, adorn the laity of today, so today the tailoring industry has grown into a lucrative business .... “Half man clothing half” is not just a proverb .... it is also a fact that I have seen in practice .. .It's my policy that even if you die, you'll still shine. A sewing machine in the main room of the house, except for some cooking utensils that my mother brought with me .... Usha sewing machine that my father bought after listening to my mother's request .... It is not for sewing for my mother's entertainment ... To fix the financial deficit of the house .... Then the teaching work, the sewing work throughout the evening ... the tuition children around the mother on the side ... the mother's legs and arms to run on the sewing machine, the vision is to look at the students .... until the night Dad returns home, the sound of the sewing machine will continue to sound ... Attracting customers to mom's sewing job is addictive .... My mother would automatically teach me to sew underwear, short skirts, sleeveless tops, and lace sewn gowns .... because I was a little fat .... Started .... In a few days, Taylor became the property of the people in the neighborhood ..... During Diwali and Pongal, they would stay up all night sewing .... That would cover the small expenses of the family ..... .... paralyzed at home for some time in motionless silence .... Then Usha Company released a new sewing machine .... After sewing ... the upper part of the machine can be tilted inside and placed inside a box-like structure and covered with a wooden board horizontally on it, it can also be used as a desk .... They waited for hours and bought it .... everyone at home was so happy to see it .... What to do with the old machine .... Parents do not have the habit of selling anything .... So it was donated by a distant relative who was abandoned by her husband and raised her only daughter struggling alone ... The new sewing machine was initially in operation for a long time ... As the days went by the pulse subsided, and that too was paralyzed in the corner of the newly built “elixir” house ... turned into a place to put folded clothes and notebooks ...... sewing was one of the occasional fresh hobbies of my childhood .... so dusty , The machine parts were repaired and I came back to life with that sewing machine ... I sewed easy clothes like skirt, sunsuit first .... Mom's old silk sarees transformed into skirts for me ...Later I trained with a tailoring teacher Mrs. Vairamati who worked at Thanalakshmi School and sewed blouses for myself ..... I'm halfway through everything .... sewing is no exception .... Adien lost interest, so the sewing machine went back to deep sleep .... Mom's student Lilavati, who just lost her father, mother who works as a nurse at Stanley Hospital ... often with her daughter to pity her heart He would come to my mother .... whenever he came he would gaze at this sewing machine .... it felt like it was meant for mom .... the next day the sewing machine was handed over to the nurse sister ... dad didn't ask anything about it .... I agree with that a bit No ... I had a fight with my mother ... My mother replied that being idle would be useful to anyone .... Occasionally there is a split in the husband's shirt pants and son's tracksuits, sewing by hand ... running to the tailor's shop for small jobs .... that sewing machine comes to mind ... the desire to buy one prevails .... but, that too some Days will be paralyzed in the corner, what is this unwanted desire of yours? ”I will immediately change my mind that this is true ... just as street food stores today protect the livelihoods of many women, as well as this sewing industry that once gave a hand to many helpless women .... Designer blouses, formerly worn by upper-class women and actresses, adorn the laity of today, so today the tailoring industry has grown into a lucrative business .... “Half man clothing half” is not just a proverb .... it is also a fact that I have seen in practice .. .It's my policy that even if you die, you'll still shine. A sewing machine in the main room of the house, except for some cooking utensils that my mother brought with me .... Usha sewing machine that my father bought after listening to my mother's request .... It is not for sewing for my mother's entertainment ... To fix the financial deficit of the house .... Then the teaching work, the sewing work throughout the evening ... the tuition children around the mother on the side ... the mother's legs and arms to run on the sewing machine, the vision is to look at the students .... until the night Dad returns home, the sound of the sewing machine will continue to sound ... Attracting customers to mom's sewing job is addictive .... My mother would automatically teach me to sew underwear, short skirts, sleeveless tops, and lace sewn gowns .... because I was a little fat .... Started .... In a few days, Taylor became the property of the people in the neighborhood ..... During Diwali and Pongal, they would stay up all night sewing .... That would cover the small expenses of the family ..... .... paralyzed at home for some time in motionless silence .... Then Usha Company released a new sewing machine .... After sewing ... the upper part of the machine can be tilted inside and placed inside a box-like structure and covered with a wooden board horizontally on it, it can also be used as a desk .... They waited for hours and bought it .... everyone at home was so happy to see it .... What to do with the old machine .... Parents do not have the habit of selling anything .... So it was donated by a distant relative who was abandoned by her husband and raised her only daughter struggling alone ... The new sewing machine was initially in operation for a long time ... As the days went by the pulse subsided, and that too was paralyzed in the corner of the newly built “elixir” house ... turned into a place to put folded clothes and notebooks ...... sewing was one of the occasional fresh hobbies of my childhood .... so dusty , The machine parts were repaired and I came back to life with that sewing machine ... I sewed easy clothes like skirt, sunsuit first .... Mom's old silk sarees transformed into skirts for me ...Later I trained with a tailoring teacher Mrs. Vairamati who worked at Thanalakshmi School and sewed blouses for myself ..... I'm halfway through everything .... sewing is no exception .... Adien lost interest, so the sewing machine went back to deep sleep .... Mom's student Lilavati, who just lost her father, mother who works as a nurse at Stanley Hospital ... often with her daughter to pity her heart He would come to my mother .... whenever he came he would gaze at this sewing machine .... it felt like it was meant for mom .... the next day the sewing machine was handed over to the nurse sister ... dad didn't ask anything about it .... I agree with that a bit No ... I had a fight with my mother ... My mother replied that being idle would be useful to anyone .... Occasionally there is a split in the husband's shirt pants and son's tracksuits, sewing by hand ... running to the tailor's shop for small jobs .... that sewing machine comes to mind ... the desire to buy one prevails .... but, that too some Days will be paralyzed in the corner, what is this unwanted desire of yours? ”I will immediately change my mind that this is true ... just as street food stores today protect the livelihoods of many women, as well as this sewing industry that once gave a hand to many helpless women .... Designer blouses, formerly worn by upper-class women and actresses, adorn the laity of today, so today the tailoring industry has grown into a lucrative business .... “Half man clothing half” is not just a proverb .... it is also a fact that I have seen in practice .. .It's my policy that even if you die, you'll still shine.
By Zarinabanu Zarinabanu2 years ago in Lifehack
Four dragons
Once upon a time there were no six or six on earth. There was only the lower sea. In that lower sea lived four dragons. They are called long dragons, yellow dragons, black dragons, and coral dragons. The four of them were cheering in the sea.At one point the four flew together into the air. As they went to the sky, their enthusiasm began to wane.The joy of seeing the tiny little clouds was still higher, and the jumps and jumps made the games. Cotton played hide and seek in the clouds This time the coral dragon looked down from the top of the cloud and said, "Come, come here." The other three dragons approached and looked at the spot where it was shown.In one part of the earth below, people were holding fruit, cakes, etc., burning incense and bowing to the sky.The gray-haired woman was sitting on her knees. She was carrying a skinny, little boy on her back. The woman began to look up at the sky. “Heavenly God, we pray with a melting heart. Your children need rice to eat. Send the rain of rice as soon as possible. ” Yes, there has been no rain on earth for many months. The crops had withered and turned yellow. Many places have been charred. In many places the earth has exploded due to the impact of the sun.The yellow dragon said, "Sin, how much do they suffer with their children?" If it does not rain on the earth soon, they will die. ”Yellow Dragon, you are right, sin poor people, we can do something We are in the clouds, and we will ask King Jade for rain for the people who live here. ”The coral dragon anxiously asked, "How do you find him?" The others decided, "He's here beyond the palace cloud, let's find him." The four dragons crawled together in the cloud crowd. Flying and flying, they found the palace of King Jet. The king saw the four dragons entering quickly, "Why did you come here without permission without your place at sea?" He asked angrily.The long dragon went ahead and said, “All the lands on earth have dried up without rain. Some poisonous crops wither and wither without rain.If left unmanaged, they can be left astray and lose the right path. People will die of famine. You are the one who must repent and send the rain to the earth immediately. We beg you. " ”Okay, okay… You go to your residence. I will send rain tomorrow to save the crops and the people, ”said the king. The four dragons set off, saying, "Thank you, thank you." The four dragons returned to Earth and went to sea, their abode. The next day they eagerly looked at the sky. The rain did not come. Two days, three days passed, and for ten days not even a drop of rain came.It was heartbreaking to see people starving, eating tubers dug in the ground and some eating dried crops and clay without getting it.Jade, the rainforest who lives happily ever after, regrets that he doesn't care a bit. They began to think that the suffering people should be somehow rescued from their misery. Long Dragon, “Look here, I have an idea, the sea we live in is the biggest sea. It contains as little water as we take.Why shouldn’t we solve people’s misery? We will absorb water and shower it from the sky. "People's misery will end."The other dragons clapped their hands and cheered and accepted the idea of the long dragon.Yet the elongated dragon was deep in thought for a while. “Why? what a thought? We will get active, ”said the other three dragons.The long dragon replied, "I have no second thought, but I wonder if we will incur the wrath of the Jade King."The other three shouted in unison, "It's okay, four people is fine, there's nothing we can do."If so, let's get down to business. Do not procrastinate. We will never regret it. ”The four dragons carried the water of the ocean to their mouths, flew into the sky, formed a cloud mass above, and rained. It rained incessantly and tirelessly."It is raining, it is raining, it is raining, our crops are not withering, we are saved," the people shouted. The crops hanging from the head stood upright excitedly. Will the pirate be idle after seeing all this? He told the rain king everything that had happened to Karma.He was furious. What is the arrogance of these dragons? Did you act without my permission and make it rain?He sent troops, arrested all four dragons and ordered them to come and stand in front of him.The force rushed. The dragons, who showed no resistance, were captured and dragged upstairs. The rain stopped all four dragons in front of the king. The rain king said, "You will no longer be at sea. I will imprison you on all four hills. You will lie down there separately." Then he said to the king of the mountains, "Put them under the four mountains." The king of the mountains created the wind by his power and blew, moving the four dragons in four directions and creating the mountains above.At the foot of the mountain the dragons, who had no regrets, decided to bring lasting happiness to the people. The four began to flow into four rivers, ran from all four directions, and flowed on land and into the sea. This is how the Heilongjian (Angprinj Thai - Black River) in the western corner of China In central China there are four major rivers: the Huangke (Yellow River), the Zhangjiang (Long River), and the Jujiang (Coral River) in the southeast.
By Zarinabanu Zarinabanu2 years ago in Fiction
The story of Vikramaditya - a confused young man who is a real father
The Vedas told this story to Vikramaditya who was carrying the Vedas through the forest. In Jayanagar, there was a young man named Mayan. Ivan had his profession of stealing. Once upon a time when he was wandering around the town to steal at night, the guards on night duty chased him to catch him. The Mayan hid in a room of a nearby house to escape from them. Sukanti, an unmarried young woman in the room, saw him. But she did not betray Mayan to the guards outside. Thus the Mayan had a good impression on Sukanti. Sukanti was also attracted to him for some reason. Then their meeting continued daily that night. At one point Sugandhi became pregnant because they became so close. Knowing this, Mayan also promised to marry her as soon as possible. But while Mayan was unexpectedly involved in a robbery, he died in a fight with police when they tried to arrest him. Sukanti was shocked to hear this. At the same time, her parents wanted her to marry Jayne. Sukanti also hid her pregnancy and married Jayan. Then ten months after giving birth to a baby boy, she convinced everyone, including Jayne, that it was Jayne and her own baby.father, Jayne, died. Nakulan, now a well-to-do teenager, performed the pooja of Didi on the banks of the Ganges to his deceased father Jayan and when he left the Didi body in the Ganges water, two hands appeared out of the water. One of them belongs to Jayan and the other to Mayan. Both, claiming to be Nakula's father, asked him to give Tithi Binda to himself. Nakulan was shocked to see this and told his mother Sukanti about it. Then Sukanti told the truth that Nakula's real father was Mayan. Now Nakula is confused as to whom to give this Didi pint to. “To whom should Vikramaditya Nakula give that piece? Vedalam asked. “The Mayan who made the mistake of making a woman pregnant before marriage. And except for the fact that Nakula was born Mayan, Nakula did nothing of the duty of a father. Nakula's mother Sukanti betrayed Jayan by marrying him and committed a great betrayal to Jayan. At the same time, Jayan considered Nakula as his son and lived and died as his best father. When all this is discussed on the coast, Jayane becomes worthy of receiving the pint. ” The story of Vikramaditya, a young man who refuses to marry a princess; As Vikramaditya was carrying the body from the forest at the request of a sorcerer, the Vedas inside the body began to tell Vikramaditya a story. Here is the story Once upon a time there lived a young man named Kurubasenan in a country called Vijayapur. He was born with a slight deformity in his legs and was unable to move like the others. And since Kurubasena's mother died when he was a boy, his father remarried. His father's second wife, who thus became Kurupasena's stepmother, often pointed out Kurubasena's physical disability and came to demolish him. Thus Kurubasenan came from a frustrated state in life. attended by a number of princes. At that time, Indumati had stated categorically that she would marry only the person who would prove her heroism by participating in the competition organized by her. According to her, the king announced that Princess Indumati would marry a man who would walk on a high platform without even the slightest scratch between the sharp blades on either side and jump over the sand dune a short distance away. Hearing this, many princes gathered there but no one attended the contest.Kurubasenan, who was there at the time, asked the emperor for permission to take part in the contest. The king was hesitant at first to see his physical disability but later gave permission.princess. Thus Princess Indumati also agreed to marry Kurubasenan. But Kurubasenan refused to marry her. “After winning the Vikramaditya contest, why did Kurubasenan, who was born in an ordinary village, get the chance to marry the princess of that country and refuse it? If you know the answer to this, tell me. ” "Kurubasenan had been suffering for a long time due to his aunt complaining about his disability. When such a person hears about the competition, he attends the competition to prove to the world that someone like himself can achieve anything, without worrying about his life. He did not care at all about success or failure in it. At the same time, Kurupasena refused to marry a princess who had won a contest and agreed to marry him, citing a legitimate reason that he was not fit to face a country in danger. ”
By Zarinabanu Zarinabanu2 years ago in Fiction
Years of Injury - Can't Forget December 26, 2004?
'Tsunami` - 15 years ago it was not a popular word among the people of Tamil Nadu. But even if the word tsunami is unknowingly heard after 2004, something local will cause some fear, especially for those living in coastal areas. December 26, 2004 - Can you forget that day? I was 13. I was from the coastal area. Although not directly affected I have seen its effects directly.I can still say that the fear that caused that tsunami devastation at that age is still deeply ingrained in my mind.It was the day after Christmas; And it's a holiday. But, unlike the joy that arises on a regular holiday, that day turned into a tragedy.Yes, because our house is on the beach, the day dawned on a relative's phone call to find out about the tsunami and inquire about our well-being.It took a while for us to understand the information that the tsunami was called a tsunami and that there was great damage and damage in the coastal areas. That word tsunami did not even enter the mouth to be pronounced for some initial moments. We used to go to the beach area every Sunday to buy fish. But the scenes we saw there that day are still deeply etched in my mind.I never thought that the sea waves that soaked my feet while playing and the beach where I built the sand house would cause a great deal of fear in me.I do not know whether they came to buy fish or lived in the area. But it was as if something was pressing on me as I watched one or two bodies float ashore.In that vast outside I also felt like I was out of air just to breathe. At that age I could not even describe the fear that arose in my mind. Although cottage areas are now greatly reduced, cottage areas can still be seen widely at that time. That, too, was the coastal cottage areas where the fishermen lived.The fisherman's quarters on the long beach were ground level that day. There I was able to find some damaged items besides the crumbling roofs and blown items. The only thing that made me cry was to think about the condition of the people who lived there.On the one hand, there were a series of phone calls and frightening inquiries from us when we got home. But then I sat in front of the TV and watched the tearful tsunami. That moment is still remembered.I can only say that the scenes I saw in the television media over and over again as the voices of cries arose regardless of age difference between children and adults after the massacre of people caused a tsunami in me again.Some of the people who came to Nagapattinam, the district most affected by the tsunami, were swept away by the tsunami and the scenes of the victims being buried in layers kept coming to my sleep for a long time. Thus there is even screaming in fear in sleep. Ten days later I went to school after the holidays and met my friends who were directly affected by the tsunami. Most of my schoolmates live near the beach.I do not understand what they are saying about the grief of losing the textbooks and even the uniforms they had read.Usually when I go to the beach and play, I have a great desire to be at the top of the ocean, playing so much in the morning that I can dive into the water with my mom and dad and I was terrified to see the beach after the tsunami. My eyes, which until then had seen only the calm sea, were as frightened as the sea dancing with fury after the tsunami.Today a lot of changes have taken place in that area. But, only the scenes I saw that day are etched in my mind like an indelible photo.The tsunami warnings, which were rumored and true for several days after the tsunami ended, were causing great panic.Although I was not directly affected by the tsunami, the truth is that tears come to my eyes unknowingly no matter how many years later I think of the tears of the people who were so directly affected and the tears of those people who lost everything as relationships and possessions.
By Zarinabanu Zarinabanu2 years ago in Earth
Are we approaching the end of the world ... why are we not afraid of it ?!
We are always thinking about the destruction of the world. We always approach it with an interest without fear of it. The rumor that the world is going to perish is spreading faster than fire. When the rumor spread that the world was going to end in 2012, we looked forward to that day without a drop of regret or fear.The main reason for such a state of mind is our firm belief that the world will not perish for now. Probably a factor as to why they're doing so poorly. Creation enjoys more destruction than our mind desires. That is why,We stare at any vehicle that has been involved in an accident for a long time. The videos of breaking expensive items from a height attract more viewers on YouTube. Well now why do you say so many explanations for destruction? Would you believe that in the past there were possibilities for the destruction of the world without us even knowing it, and still exist? Yes, the present development of mankind is always on the brink of the destruction of the world. It can happen anytime. But the question is when.In the past there was the possibility of the destruction of the world in some cases described as the next development of the human race. Some of those events are very chilling to us.The world celebrated the first man to walk on the moon. The name of the person who first set foot on the moon will never leave the minds of the people for a long time. But what if man went to the moon and destroyed the human race?. Before the first man went to the moon no one knew what was there. Before the launch of the spacecraft from NASA in the 1960s, the spacecraft had explored the possibilities.Before the spacecraft took off from Earth, they were thoroughly cleaned and carefully inspected for any germs. This is probably because of the precautionary measures taken against living things on the moon to prevent them from being infected by germs on Earth.Similarly, after humans return to Earth from the moon, they must be isolated on a ship for 15 days. The instructions were all told to let them in only after it was confirmed that no germs were traveling with them from the moon.But, after their spacecraft crashed into the sea, they were allowed directly without following the instructions considering their health and mental health. Fortunately no infectious germs traveled with them from the moon. If there had been, the capital of mankind would have changed.Going back a little further, we come to the time when the first nuclear weapons were tested. July 16, 1945 The day the world's first nuclear test took place. Mankind is now aware of the terrible consequences of nuclear weapons. Japan was a witness to that, but when it first tested a nuclear weapon, scientists were immediately apprehensive about what it would do to the Earth.Until then no one had seen in person how deadly the nuclear weapon would be. The heat emitted from a nuclear explosion can be very large, very far away.The reason for the scientists' fear is that if the heat emitted from it reacts in the atmosphere and burns up the entire atmosphere and destroys the earth.Until the day before the nuclear test, they were repeatedly testing the possibility of such a thing happening.The likelihood of such a reaction is very low. Less, but no one could say for sure that it would never happen. Fortunately nothing like that happened. A scientist who witnessed the first nuclear explosion shares his recollection that he thought at that moment that he had begun the destruction of mankind. The extinction of mankind in the 20th century was at a rate of 1/100. But it has grown at a rate of 1/6 since the beginning of the current 21st century.
By Zarinabanu Zarinabanu2 years ago in Futurism
He is more than my life ...!
Love is something that always makes you think. There will be no one who does not fall in love. It is unknown at this time what he will do after leaving the post. One can find a love story in this area. I was in the twelfth grade then. My family is a very strict family. They would never let me out anywhere. It was a rare thing that left me in Duson. I will go to Duson in the evening. Then one day my favorite song rang from someone's phone. I love listening to that song. Then I don't know everything about downloading and listening to the song. I looked back when the song sounded like a ring tone on his phone ...! If someone sees us we will look at the opposite or not .. as well as he, why did she look at me like this. But I didn’t take it too seriously ... once again I saw him on the bus. Even then his cell phone rang the song on that quiet bus .. I saw him .. I looked back at him. He looked at me too. Alas ... I returned shyly. I saw a small smile on my face with one glance as if I was ashamed. When I went to Duson on a beautiful evening, he stood by the side of a tea shop and called me Hey baby ... they would call me baby at home ... I suddenly came back .. but he called ... it was a little baby .. .I ran away screaming that he had found my craziness too ... He was the first familiar person in my life so all night long his memories ... dreams .. chased me out of sleep ... If I look at everything on the bus from where he sits, I will stand like I know. I would look in the bus mirror and see his face .. It continued every day .. One day the perfect meeting on the bus .. The situation where he was standing nearby ... That was the day even on Valentine's Day .. He asked for my bag. I gave too. That night when I opened my bag there was a greeting card in it. It threw me off ... on the one hand it was happiness .. but I was afraid of what to do if someone saw me at home. Also, this experience is new ... The next day I took the card and gave it to him angrily .... He parted it and smiled away, I was happy .. Because, I wrote Me Too in it ... Our love continued ... He understood me so much .. To him He was afraid of theft and could only speak four words. Then he got a job abroad. He will come to a certain bus only on Friday ... I think it will be the time to talk to him ... because it is a very close time. I did not have a cell phone then .... I did not talk to him every day ... I only see him on Friday nights ... I will rush to catch that bus .. It is a pleasure for me .. Even if I do not see him for a week there will be great suffering. Knows his hometown .. Knows about family. But I did not see anything in person .. I did not seem to check whether what he said was true ... He would buy me a gift every week ... I would look at it and give it to him. I asked how everything is possible in marriage ... I said I see .. I did not speak again .. I told all my friends about this .. They said stupid love .. They said without talking ... How without looking .... But exactly eight When he married me a year later ... my friends' faces did not flinch ....!
By Zarinabanu Zarinabanu2 years ago in Fiction
Why did you kill me dear
a movie on TV .. in which the hero is a magician .. spreading cards, taking candy from the side, rabbits and pigeons from the book... splitting her in two, sticking again .. amazing magician .. this movie did not impress Akhilesh so much in that house alone Just looking to pass the time."Ring .. ring ..." the phone on the table rang. "Hello .. Tell me Jennifer .. What are you doing right now .." "Where are you now? Akhilesh" " Where are you going to shoot at twelve o'clock .. Beyond the house" "Hey .. hey .. what now ?? .. why be nervous? .. what the hell is this..why cry now Jennifer? .. what's wrong with you .." "Why with what Akhilesh.." Was nervous. "What are you going to kill now?" "I'm not playing .. What did you kill .." Jennifer hit him .. Her tone was unusual .. "Okay .. Okay .. Cool .. I just killed you .. You are now Sleep .. " " Do you feel pain when you are stabbed .. Do you know how that pain is .. ?? " "Hey .. What?? ... Talk to me .." The contact was disconnected .. He called her again .. "The number you are dialing is current switch off"The magician cut a woman in two with a knife on TV .. The audience put their finger in their mouth and applauded in surprise .. He turned off the TV and went to the kitchen.He opened the bridge and picked up a bottle of young brown wine and reached for the glass that hung on the wall.Blood drops on the wall.Akhilesh was startled .. At the same moment when the bottle in his hand slipped and fell to the ground, the electricity was cut off and the whole room was dark .. Dark ..There's something rotten in the old rotten meat ..A flash of light .. In those moments it was like a mask hanging in the corner of the kitchen .. like the same mask that the magician wore in the movie ..."Ring .. ringing .. ringing .. ringing .."In the gloom only mobile light pervaded."Hello .. say Jennifer .. you're still asleep .." "I love U." "I love you too dear .. what to do now .." "Sleep is coming .. Rewind has seen all the photos with you on Facebook .." "Oh .. look look .." "Yes, why don't you show me the photo of you wearing a mask?" What a mask .. what a photo .. "Don't act .. What happened when it was put on .. Hi .. Hi .." "What .. ?? Hey .. Now why are you laughing .. Hey Jenny don't you stop laughing .. Please don't play with me .." Her laughter was horrible .. The moment she stopped laughing her voice was soft .."Akhilesh.. I did not say then .. This is a danger, this is not ripe .. Do you know how it hurts when stabbed with a knife? .." Jennifer said innocently and sighed .."Hey Genie .. What are you talking about Akshuvali .." The communication was cut off .. The whole room was brightly lit .. The lights were on again.“Don’t do it, it’s dangerous! I don’t give a fuck, I’m going. ” A woman's voice screamed loudly from the TV."I kept watching TV .. How is it possible? .." He turns off the TV nervously ..It sounds like someone is talking in the kitchen .. Someone is not talking .. It is masculine .. Akhilesh clearly feels that something mysterious is surrounding him .. Hands fluttering .. Clear trembling .. Fur trembles .. He goes to the kitchen as if biting his lower lip gently with his teeth ..He hides in the doorway .. There is a tall black blanketed magical hero .. Only his back could be seen by Akhilesh .. He was wearing a bloody mask with a smirk on his forehead .. The fleshy rot from his room ..He sniffed something and slowly turned towards the door .. Akhilesh's gaze flickered .."It's me .. it's me .. what the hell is going on here .." Jenny's head in his hands .. only head .. blood dripping from neck .. blood all over the room ..The electricity has been cut off. Jennifer roar is heard from the front. "Akhilesh .. Please .. don't kill me .." His death was heard in his ears .. Her roar spread all over the house .."Hey .. where is Akhilesh .. don't be scared .. please what Akhilesh get out of here Akhilesh.." he asks .. "Hey .. come on ..." Aggressive slap ..Realized that I was comfortably stuck in this house alone. When I tried to run away from home some how ..He could not move from that place .. He tried with strength .. Something grabbed his legs tightly and pulled him .. Akhilesh fell head over heels ..A nearby table slapped his cheek. It hurt .. "Shit .. dream? .." He just realized that what he saw was a dream .. he sighed as he squeezed his eyes ..The magician was dancing on the TV .. The children were clapping and having fun around him .. He was juggling cards and making them laugh ..It was over 12 o'clock when I picked up his mobile on the table .. Two mist calls from Jennifer.. "Now she's a sleep. Let's see in the morning."He turned off the TV, checked the door and windows of the room, left all the lights on and went to bed .. fell asleep for a while .. Restful sleep ..The bitter cold of the morning touched the blankets of his body. Woke up .. face surrounded by refreshments ..It was as if something was dripping wet on her head .. Blood when rubbed .. Jennifer was hanging when she looked startled .. Blood was dripping through her leg ..Caught .. got up and ran .. someone grabbed him and pulled him hard .. fell head over heels ..Akhilesh fell down from the bed .. "Shut .. dream .." The time is now twelve o'clock .. I went back to sleep .. Restful sleep .."Doctor .. Inspector Aravind has come to see you" "Yes .. come in" "Sir .. can you know how the condition of Akhilesh is?. "Physically he is perfectly all right .. but psychologically he is in a crazy strain" "You told him he was in a coma, Doctor." "You're correct. But you can't say coma stage. It's something very terrible. Worse than that." "I can only relax a little from this case if he can speak to his self-remembering. Doctor .. Big space other .. Case up to the Prime Minister .. That girl has been stabbed many times with a knife.A drainage cannon on the side of the road is badly damaged .. in which the photo is leaked to other media .. social media .. he has been harassing women's organizations for his song .. that golden name is Jennifer .. I also have a age at the Doctor .. I can not even sleep ..Awesome people Lovers .. The bike must have come after watching the movie Late Night .. That's why he did all this cruelty .. I don't understand why or why not. " "Carm Town Aravind, Akhilesh's big steel rod on his head.He is living in a dream now .. The angered, nostalgia and nostalgia in him are all with him .. Can a dream be permanent with him ..He immersed himself in the dream. Peel realized that he had dreamed then and now immersed himself in it. But he could not immerse himself in the real world. The dream would continue. Hello to bring an int for this doctor? ..This can only be done by Akhilesh. Anger and rage are alone with him .. He tries very hard to get up, Akhilesh is in a hurry .. So he can not wake up in the real world except he can go to the next dream ..If you have a Pulse Check with him, you know his dreams are very aggressive and violent."Okay Docker .. Let's Meet You Again"On the way, Inspector Aravind approached the nearby glass room. Akhilesh was sleeping peacefully among the many machines and pipes.But he is a hellfire surrounded by foxes and demons.
By Zarinabanu Zarinabanu2 years ago in Fiction
