...:::Is Not A Story, Something Real:::...

Author : Sujeeth G
Re-Create By : Me
This is story is from KATHAI ELLA NEJAM SONG, it has been re-create in english
Moral: Always appreciate what you have in your life...

Everyone was born to achieve something in their life, at least they would have a dream but this story I’m
going to talk about it is worth telling you guys. Well, this is not a story but something real.

Well, how can I start or where shall I start... It was windy, frosty day; the weather changed overnight,
when the wind howled through the trees and bought out the mizzling rain, however it was only a bit
after four in the morning. The air seemed to look dull with the rain. I was really thrilled with the way the
road looked, no one was there aspect a girl who looked heart breaking, and I went up to her and sat next
to her, for a moment I looked down at the bit where she was sitting, it was filled with puddle and then I
looked up at her, her eyes were filled with tears. I tried to read her mind what could be wrong but so many
thought took over me. I asked her... silent enter the road!!!

Her name is Nisha, a small little girl, who hasn’t turned 15 yet. In her little heart she wished for a small
love, but her life turned into a drama... on her mind she asked her mother and father for love, but they
haven’t given her the love, so she can’t buy the love from a shop with money. Slow there were red colour
beings with a little drop of tears falls from her eyes, she looked up at her mother and with a quite tone she
asked “mother look at me, show me your love”. Suddenly her mother face turned with sadness with tears,
because she was missing Nisha In drama. Nisha become so alone and looked for love, where she wouldn’t
find that, she cried for a love.

After few years they left that country and came to a different place, but still Nisha’s parents haven’t
changed, all her years are past and the ages have gone, even when she lives with her parents she felt so
alone and feels living in a darkness, so she searched for a friend but she wouldn’t find a friend, even
though she had friends, but there are bad and she does know the way to find a good friends, she does
know what to do because she is still a small little girl...

Then in the end Nisha had a smile on her face with a bright shinny face, they wonder why that’s when
she found the love from person she start to love, later on her parents find out and start to have a argument
with Nisha, so Nisha leaves the house and lives in a different world. As the years are passes... she hold
something on her hands which is cute she kissed and smiled at it, it was a her baby, and then after a year
her love runs away from her, she lost everything her love, husband, family, and all...

Finally she holds her baby on one hand and her loneliness on the other hand with her tears on her eyes,
she felt so lonely again. But as the days passes Nisha start to spend so much time on her baby and goes to
work so last for the few month, at the end she lost her job, she doesn’t have any money and she doesn’t
have no one to help her, so Nisha doesn’t know what to do... so she become thief and steal from the
shop and all her respect that others had on her have gone, so Nisha story went outside the world and the
government heard the news so they came and took the baby from her... again Nisha came back to road,
she doesn’t know what to do because her husband is not back with her and her baby is gone from her, so
she lost all the hope and she start to have drugs and become addicted to it, Nisha life turned into a story
so she looked in the mirror and told herself “what’s the point of living in this world”, she doesn’t have
the answer and she says “no point of staying and living here” so she scream and cried and she slow she
opened and with a sadness of her face she drinks the poison...

In the last second Nisha opens her eyes and hold her daughter hands and leave a small drop of tears and
she closed her eyes closely with a smile on her face and leave her love with her daughter...

Till now Nisha is a small little girl, she still hasn’t turned 25
....:::The End:::....
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தொழில் நுட்பம் கற்க போன இடத்தில்,
அவளின் எழில் நுட்பம் கண்டு வியந்தேன்
படிப்பில் நாட்டம் இல்லை மனது
அவளுடன் ஆட்டம் போட்டதால்
கல்வி வில்லியாக, அவள் நாயகியானாள்
எழுதும் காதல் கடிதத்தின் எண்ணிக்கை உயர
எழுத வேண்டிய தேர்வின் எண்ணிக்கையும் உயர்ந்தது
இறுதியாண்டு, உறுதியாக கூறலாம் என்ற சமயம்
ஒப்பயேட்டை நீட்டினாள் என்ணத்தை சொல்ல
என்னத்தை சொல்ல. "பிரிவோம் சந்திப்போம்"
என்றேன்.சந்தித்தோம் சில ஆண்டுகளுக்கு பிறகு
இன்னும் மனதை ஆண்டு கொண்டிருந்தாள்!
தொடர் வண்டியில் பயணம்,நான் வேலைக்காக
அவள் மேற்படிப்பிற்காக தொடர்ந்தது நட்பு.
நட்பு தொடர, ஒரு அந்தி சாய்ந்த நேரம் என்
தோளில் சாய்ந்தால் உடல் நல குறைவால்
மனம் மறுக்கவில்லை. மறு நாள்,
ஏன் என்னை அனுமதித்தாய் உன் தோள் சாய
ஒருவேளை காதலாய் இருக்குமோ? என்றாள்
இருந்ததால் தான் என்றேன்.

இரண்டாம் ஆண்டு திருமண நாள்
தோள் சாய்கிறாள் அதே காதலுடன்......

இப்படிக்கு ,
அதே காதலுடன்......
டேவிட் .......
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