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  On the afternoon of Diwali, Sudarshan was walking slowly towards Latha's house when his friend Kalyan met him. Kalyan smiled at him and shook his hand, saying, "Friend, hmm.... What's up, uhmm... Tell me soon, Maharaja!"   "Should I say hmm...? Should I say no? I'm still thinking about it," said Sudarshan.   "No, Sudarshan.... You're already 32 years old. After marriage, children are like babies. Wouldn't it be nice if the children were settled by the time you turn 60?"   "What you're saying is probably true, but I'm not interested in getting married again."   "Friend, my widow sister in law is very beautiful and intelligent. My father-in-law's family has all come to our house today. She has come too. You should at least meet her once."   “Let’s meet again. I’m in a bit of an emergency right now, let’s meet again,” he said, extending his hand to say goodbye.   “They don’t seem to...

  In the national level story competition, this time the jury unanimously selected Sharath's story as the story deserving of the award. The story chosen for the first prize was about an orphaned child. The child, who lost his parents in childhood, had a successful story of facing many blows in life, rising step by step, making a name for himself in business, entering politics and finally becoming the Prime Minister.   When Geetha, who was one of the judges, recommended this story, the others on the jury agreed. Geetha had also been selected for the same award by this organization 3 years ago. She was very impressed after reading this story, and when she read the name of the author who had written it, she was very disturbed. Sharath….. what a name….. is this not him? Several dilemmas started in her mind at once.   “Sir……” she approached the senior writer of the judging panel, Darshan, and said, “This story of `Sheela’ is quite good. Can I see the photo of the autho...

  “Oh, this is the thing… What news you gave me, my friend. I was very thrilled,” said Ganga.   “Speak slowly. Even walls have ears. Don’t let this matter be known in the office,” said Saraswati, pressing Ganga’s hand.   `Shrikanth is so handsome. A body like he was sculpted in the gym, but when did all this happen?’ Ganga was even more curious. That news was also the same. That too about her only close friend.   When Saraswati first saw Shrikanth at the company’s team meeting, her eyes were fixed on him. His tall body, his strong arms peeking out of his shirt. It was a sign that he was the result of gym training. On top of that, he had a trimmed beard, which was the latest fashion today. Saraswati was very fond of fashionable people. She was also a girl who kept up with the times.   Shrikanth's eyes were also fixed on her. Saraswati's slim body, attractive complexion, pearly teeth, confident charming smile. Long hair, were enough to seduce the p...

  The rays of sunlight streaming through the window had given a golden coating to the pale yellow curtains. My gaze moved from there to the pale blue sofa set in the drawing room, the teapot shining from the glass top, the beautiful showpieces arranged on the shelf, and then settled on my daughter Sumitra sitting opposite. Trying hard not to look at the picture of the young man with Sumitra in the photo frame placed on the table, I looked away. . I sat down, trying not to see my husband Ashok, who was sitting next to me, trying to suppress his anger. But the emotions that were running through my mind must have been visible on my face.What she told us about herself to us who had come to see our daughter who was working in the city, was shocking. I could not understand what she said next. The lenses of my glasses fogged up. But I could not take them off and wipe them. My sweet daughter, a few years ago, used to walk holding my finger, she used to walk around behind her father and...

When Hansika returned from college, Jeevan was reading the paper. The son was playing with his play equipment in the verandah. His school uniform had not been changed. A glass filled with milk was kept on the table. Hansika got angry after seeing her son in that condition. But she did not express her anger. She said to her husband, “See Jeevan, you are busy reading the newspaper. There, Abhishek has not drunk the glass of milk. We should pay a little attention whether he has drunk milk or not. Moreover, his uniform has also not been changed”. Wrinkles appeared on Jeevan's forehead. "It's not my business to see all this," he said sharply. “How can you say like that? The maid has not come from two days. Sometimes I come late from college. But I have to do everything myself,” said Hansika and made Abhishek drink milk. “For how long can I tolerate this? There is no hope that Jeevan's nature will change. Everything was nice till one year after our marriage and all was ...