Apurna My Love

My appearance with the Apurna was an incomplete part of my life was partly due to the few days that changed my course of action. After reading, I was in the village. It was a great pleasure to be able to walk around with the villagers, mingle with the people in the village, share in the joys and sorrows of the people, organize cultural events in the village, and fill the minds of the people with joy. One day, when I was about to leave, I came across an incomplete one. She was so simple; she was so clean; I forgot it was an accident. She met him again one day.

That day is the full moon of Chaitra. The big festival of our village. Mother Saranipat's festival is our direct goddess. Because of his mercy, our village feels as if happiness is growing. On that day, people come from far and wide to pay their respects to the mother of our village. The mother is worshiped and a funeral service is held to entertain the people. There are countless spectators all around the stage; everyone enjoys the view of the play performed on the stage. But in the midst of this crowd, my eyes were filled with tears. I felt the atmosphere of love in the blend of the two of them; he sat far away from me but I felt that he was very close to me; he was my own; I fell down; I was attracted to the place of his eyes. Gradually the reunion of our minds became stronger. A concrete hope and faith built up in each other even though no one told them; I felt the unbearably of love unbearable and informed him through the letter the language of my love request and he also welcomed it and we shared our joys and sorrows We were distributing. There was no mobile at the time; the language of love; the pain of love had to be expressed only in pen and paper. The truth is never hidden; in the same way, the true Colony village of our relationship came to the fore. Apurna's parents also learned that Apurna's mother was a very proud woman; Apurna's father was a police officer. His financial situation is very strong. But they are far removed from conscience, greatness, ideals, humanism, and the simple way of life of society. They do not know that the heart of a human being is more valuable than a source of income. Today, ten years ago, the love affair for an educated young man was reprehensible. I was downstairs in the negative outcome of the rural people; in such a miserable situation, the incompetent mother came and told me; you do not deserve my daughter because our kettle shed is equal with your home; I think, she is OK. She has a relationship with her daughter. I could not answer. I was aroused by the vengeance of pride. I can't accept the disrespect of my parents. I can't suppress my pain. I cried in front of my mother.

I decided to close my relationship. From that day on, the goal of my life was to build a huge house, which would be the number one in our village. The combination of the pain of the mind, the vengeance of vengeance, and the pain of disrespect from my parents gave me a strange power. I laid the foundation and made a lot of money, and worked hard to build a house. It took me 2 years to build a house. The house was finished, but the love was halfway there. He walked away with an unknown man. The pain was indescribable to me. I'm tired; I have no one to comfort me. I no longer have the strength to endure my pain. By God's mercy, my marriage was connected. Again the light of hope that had died from my mind was illuminated. I was holding someone else's hand. A few years later my parents moved to the other side; I have been coming to the city to avoid the chaotic environment of the village. The house I worked on was completely silent. Only hidden there is the seal of my incomplete love story.