Chapter-1
It's 5 in the morning and a beautiful young girl in red and green half saree is doing rangoli in front of her house. She has a beautiful v- shape face, wearing jumkas, he long wet hair is tied up in bun with the help of towel.Her bangles jingles while she draw a line from one dot to another to complete the drawing of rangoli.
She smirked looking at her rangoli and tucks her hair strand behind her ear which fell while doing it.
Sneha's pov
Wow......
I really did it and it looks amazing. I too have a hidden talent that even I'm not aware of.
I'm really very happy because this is the first time I'm doing all this. Even though I was born in village, I was brought up in city. All my studies was in Bangalore. I stayed with my aunt and uncle there and visited my parents when ever I got holiday even during weekdays. Ours is a small village near Chikmagalur which is nearly 250km from away from Bangalore but still I never missed any of the chances to visit them.
I have completed my degree in fassion design and my father brought me here directly after my exams to stay with them as I finished my studies and he don't want me to work under anyone. As for him I can go to job only after my marriage that to if my future husband allows me.
Hmmmm....
Ridiculous. My father is the one who wanted me to study well and get a degree certificate dosent matter what I choose. But after getting it he is not allowing me to prove myself.
Fine....
Let me tell you all about my family. Our is not a very rich family but we are no lesser than anyone in this village. My father Murali has a very good relationship with the whole village where as my mother Rathna is a house wife and loves my father so much. Even my dad loves her but her love is a step ahead from my father's. I am the only child to my parents and they love me so much. They gave me all freedom to do whatever I want and I respect them a lot. I never say no to my parents dosent matter what it is. I love visiting lord Hanuman temple, I mostly visit everyday but today my grandmother told me to visit Shiva temple.
Ohhh....
I forgot to tell you right. I have a irritating grandmother who loves me somuch and yes I too love her a lot. But this love doesn't stop me getting irritated from her actions. I am pissed of on her today because she is the reason behind my today's awtar(look)
I'm simple but yet stylish girl. I'm comfortable wearing jeans, t-shirt and also kurthas. But there is a big NO for sarees and half saree what I'm wearing today as I'm really not comfortable.
Today is "Bheemanaamavasey" a hindu festival, where wife pray for their husbands long life and unmarried girls like me pray for our dream boy I mean our future husband.
Amama ( grandmother) told me all this story yesterday night and she ordered me to get dressed up in traditional wear, get up early in the morning, do all households chores and to finish pooja in my house 1st and then visit temple for my husband.
From my young age I'm in love with the concept of HUSBAND. I am more influenced by my mother to love the unknown figure. This is the reason I said yes to amama and decked up like this.
my age girls were busy with their boyfriend and here I'm going to pray for the person I dont know who he is.. how he looks or even his name. But still I have a shadow of my husband in my heart and just waiting to revel it. I actually have so many dreams that how I wanted him to love me. How I'll take care of him and how much I love him and all. But I'll tell you about this next time because I'm running late to visit temple and still need to complete my pooja in home as well.
