I know It Will Come
You have to read the story to know whether the beloved will come.
Today I am wearing yellow, tomorrow I am married. with Uday. The relationship is going so far according to the opinion of both families and their own consent. I am Alo. Uday's relationship with me has been for several years. Just as the sun spreads its light in the morning and spreads its light around, so our love has become a wealth spread around. From the beginning, almost half of the clan of mother, grandmother, uncle knows about our love. To the other half today, it is like clear, transparent glass. There is not much to say about the Uday boy, but if I didn't say it, it would be a book of five hundred pages! I thought when I was young that I would never get into a relationship, I would marry the boy my parents liked. . But luck did not help me. It was not possible for me to say ``I don't like'' on Uday's face. Anyway, both parents liked Uday very much. Although he was not very smart or handsome like five boys, his cheerfulness, laughing and talking, showing respect to elders always fascinated me. . The thing that made me weak the most was seeing the two magic eyes placed by God's own hands in the middle of his magical face. I feel compelled to bow to the depth of his gaze! There is a kind of other kind of gentleness in his fickleness. When he is quiet, he seems like the most polite boy in the world. Uday had to be very rude to meet me. At the end I would say, "Mom has called you, come home today." I would have agreed then. But even after the specified time, he would not come, instead he would call and say, "Today is busy with such and such work, then there is another work. There is no end of work today!" Never understand! "But no, Uday is not like that. He used to laugh at my silence and say, madam, if you delay opening the door, Uday will really leave!" (I would come to know later, he had been standing at the door for a long time, hoping to see my anxiety).His small surprises fill my empty mind continuously! He does not give me a necklace in a square box decorated with expensive packaging, but when he sees empty hands or an empty neck while walking on the street, he buys instant snail or bead ornaments. Even if you don't say it in your mouth, the mind then shouts, "Here you are, you have understood my self, you have become your own, you have become the luxury of desire, the luxury of dreams, the luxury of your ability, you are blessed to be your own!"
I really love you very much. I feel like one of the family since the day I said I love you. I want to disappear until death and disappear in you!
Our likes and dislikes are very similar. She doesn't like to dress up, I don't like to dress up either. But tomorrow is the wedding day! The only opportunity to fulfill the luxury of evening! I will dress up a lot. I know tomorrow, he will see me and not say 'you look very beautiful today' but will say 'like everyday you look very beautiful today'. And as a result, the golden opportunity to have a quarrel with his words will be missed!
But I don't understand one thing. Why is everyone crying without having fun on this special night? As there is no one to give turmeric, I came home and sat down to write about the relationship. Those who are crying today are really crazy. Hey, on the day of the farewell of the daughter's wedding, people cry, don't wear turmeric on your face. And I know Uday, I know that tomorrow I will see him if I go to the door by calling at a certain time. I won't let him cheat me again. Don't let it stand for long. But I can't explain to everyone present today my and Uday's questions. They kept on saying, "Alo Ma screamed, cry a little, cry a little, lighten your heart a little, your Uday is no more, died in an accident, cry a little and lighten up." So now you tell me that it is not better to close the house and write down the days of love than to listen to the words of crazy people like them!
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