My marriage has been quietly discussed for some time now. As soon as I went to the front, the discussion stopped. However, the essence of what I learned through my younger brother is that my father wants to settle the marriage issue within the next month.
I don't want that either.
I joined a private company for a year. The mother's whining has started since she got the job.
- I am very old, now get married, then I will grow old, etc.
There was no time to look at these things as there was work pressure from the beginning. Now, during this long vacation, everyone is holding on to get married. My mother said one day -
- Tell me if you have anyone you like. We talk to her parents.
I said seriously -
- I have no choice.
There really is no one. The two who liked each other got married a long time ago.
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Since then, I have been trying to see the bride invisibly.
One Friday afternoon the younger brother came and said- there is hot news. I am going to see the bride for you tomorrow.
The next day I left in a hurry. The daughter of my father's friend's colleague. A slender green girl. Drawn eyes. I liked it.
I liked my parents very much.
And the girl's parents already like me.
The date was fixed for the day of mature seeing.
After that the disaster happened. Two days later, the girl got my number from somewhere and called me and said-
-Brother, please break this marriage, you save our seven years of love.
I have heard such stories before. But I never thought it would happen in my case.
What else to do! If you have to break up the marriage.
Then four more brides met. Each broke down for the same reason. Sometimes we broke, sometimes they broke.
The family members were disappointed and stopped seeing the bride.
I heard through people that my father was upset and also said-
- What a big ass, never made a love in life!
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I also saw that this line will no longer work. The line needs to change.
An older brother in the area said-
- Little brother, I give you a good advice, try to make a love. Now marriage without love means sharing the lover of another.
I also remembered the word.
I started with the girls who are single in my Facebook friend list. I said a lot of things in many ways. No one paid attention.
Again I took refuge in my elder brother. The elder brother heard everything and said-
- To tell the truth, it is foolish to think that you will fall in love with any girl in your condition. Do you have any other qualities? Such as- singing, drawing or writing poetry?
- I can't sing or draw. But if you try, maybe it will be a poem. When I was in college, I wrote a poem when I first saw Savitri. Of course no one was ever shown.
- Then do one thing and keep uploading poems on Facebook regularly. Keep in mind that I will try to get along with the girls who are reacting, commenting or sharing profit. Once you have thought, then write the poem in the inbox, see if anyone will go to the pot.
I tried a lot to write poetry. The poem that came out -
"If I were Kanchi, you would be Bash
If I were a cow, you would be grass. "
I deleted the post after reading seven haha reactions in two minutes.
The mind became very bad. It got so bad that I left it raw that night and ate rice with potatoes and fell asleep.
A day or two later, while searching for land documents, poetry became a miraculous solution to the problem. I will tell you later how it happened. But some parts of the poem that I uploaded on Facebook on the first day-
"I have put everything at your feet;
Even then if you want
I will bring that huge sky from the small dust and keep it near your position.
Just every time I visit you, I think,
Maybe this time instead of you
Want me; And I'm on earth
All places brought me together
I'll put it at your feet. "
I got an unexpected response. I got profit reactions from many girls. I knocked a few of them. There was a lot of talk about poetry with a girl named Rhea.
From then on, I often wrote poems in his inbox.
"For you
Beneath the primitive caves of the Black Forest
Hundreds of fireflies burn on the blood wings of the butterfly.
For you
In the calm deep waters of the Mariana
The octopus goes into a double battle with suffocation. "
Or,
"A group of poets who want to write a world
Those who have not finished a single page,
Let them see you one day
They will be amazed by the innumerable manuscripts!
The team of young people who say they will build the perfect sculpture
Not a single stone has been picked up yet
Let them see you one day
All the pieces of stone become sculptures one by one
In your form will declare the highest beauty of creation.
Artists who paint with the essence of one life,
Not even a brush stroke
Let them see you one day
Canvas on canvas will fill the streets, shops, offices, homes, the suburbs.
Let everyone see you one day
Let me see you, let this world know,
For a poem, the city of Troy can be destroyed hundreds of times, wonders can be built in the dust-gray,
Millions of sepoy sala can give life at the moment.
But I have nothing
Rhea, just lines for you. "
In these poems, I once fell in love with Riya.
Then seeing a good day, the marriage also took place.
On the night of the wedding, Rhea handed me a diary and said:
- All the poems you write about me I have written in this diary. This diary will stay with us forever.
Then the day was spent happily and peacefully. But one day the diary somehow fell into my mother's hands.
Mother read the diary.
Immediately my call came to my mother's house.
Closed door meeting.
Me, Dad and Mom.
My mother saw me and said-
- What kind of boy are you? Patali steals poems written by father! You are not a little ashamed!
What more could he say
I sat down with my head down.
As soon as my mother left, I felt ashamed
I told my father-
- I didn't know how to write such beautiful poems. Why exclude?
Dad turned away and said,
- Damn, where is my knowledge of writing poetry! These are stolen from your grandfather.