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Short stories on love

Short stories on love: Evergreen Love - Rajan was twenty years old when he went to work in our office. He came to us as a hardware engineering engineer after spending two months working in a company at a polytechnic in a small town. Eemsi He was sent here on a year-long contract for service.

He didn't know many things about the computer then. He works with those who work in the area; He has to go to many parts of the company and address their grievances. New guy All those who were senior in great positions and experience would drive him away. He will also be intimidated. I was the one who didn't scare him away. Even so, I get his breakfast from time to time.

He stuck with me a little too easily. So it doesn't matter what I say. His mother and father were in town. He said his father was very angry.

I have noticed that he has been smiling, laughing and talking secretly for a while.

One day I heard the game.

"What Rajan and Yarkita like this… Why Love?"

Rajan laughed uncontrollably, without answering.

“Oh… well, who's that?” I said.

One second hesitant then whispered.

“I only tell you what I want. You can't tell anyone. ”

I was amazed; Sprouted three leaves, and left the town ...

"Don't say," I said.

"You do not know Vimala ..?"

The eyebrow narrowed and I thought.

No one in our office with that name? Then came the memory. In the company he works for, a woman with a black head with a clip of what looks like a couple of times has come up. Ivan says she's working at Accounting.

"Is that bar head?" I said.

When Rajan's face shrunk for a second, his usual laughter came immediately.

"That is, what are you going to do with it?"

"Nicamtane ...?"

“Go away, sir. She's a frisky hair model. Curuttaittalai. Is that beauty? ”

“Damn, bash, bash…” I continued.

“How many days… does she know your love?” I asked.

“I know a tsar. But there are many problems. ”

“Hm… is it different? What is it? ”

“She is a motherless girl. Be a father. But that is great. ”

"Are you your religion, caste?"

“Not at all.”

"Is that still a problem for you?"


“Look at it, sir. But they have a bigger problem than their father. ”

"What is that?"

“Aunty's boy is with her. He also works on computers. But here in Singapore, he wants her too. ”

I said, "Oh, he is better than you."

Rajan's face sank with sadness. Then came some sort of intensification.

“He is such a cheater. True Love Love Farm ... ”

“How do you know that?” I said.

"He knows ... he knows when he smiles ... he should not believe. But, Vimala believes in a few things. ”

"What's better than you?"

“What kind of black man is he? A little bit more Hyde than me… ”

"Okay, does that guy like him, that's the point of the exchange?"

Rajan came up with the idea. love me. But he does not look the same ... but he does not disappoint her. ”

"What word do you mean he cheated on her?"

“He made money. Isn't Singapore earning ..? ”His voice clearly showed enmity and jealousy.

I knocked the king down.

"Well, there is genuine love, it will win itself ... leave ..."

"That's right," he said quietly.

"Did I tell you I wouldn't take it?"

"Say it, sir."

“You don't have this love, eggplant. This is important for you to learn and advance in life. Besides, this caste and religion will come across… ”I said.

Rajan smiled. “You're right, sir. However ... you don't know, Zar ... I don't know what to say. ”

I didn't answer.

He sent Rajan to another company over the next two months. Rajan enrolled in a postal education on a computer. He asked me to send the relevant text to my home address. So, occasionally to buy it. Our friendship continued.

Likewise one day he came too late. Since it was late at night and I was alone at home, I told him to eat and stay the night and go in the morning.

After the meal, the talk finally turned to Vimala.

"What Rajan… do you still have curly head contact? ”I asked.

His face softened.

"Not so, Sir."

"Why, what's the matter?"

“That's what he wanted. But that is the Singaporean man ... he was angry.

"What play? What word?"

"Yes, sir, all this phone call. Often times, the word is not used… what does that mean? ”

"What does it mean to talk to you?"

“Not so, sir. He was in Chennai last week. Everything with him is gone. He told me to go to his house and tell him where to go. ”

“Is that true?” I said.

"Illar, he was the one who told her that."

"Why… she might have liked him too ..."

"No sansay."

"Why ...? What word did you end up with?

“One month ago I asked for a loan of ten thousand rupees. I said, ten thousand, not five thousand ... He would have paid the money. ”

“Love for money? That means both of you are cheating… ”I said, slightly annoyed.

Rajan's face shifted. Sorrow, dukkama, anger, an incomprehensible emotional face. The man who had been speechless for a moment suddenly began to cry and cry.

I was shocked.

“Rajan… Rajan… what you want. Why do you cry like that ... I mean your eyes .. "I said nervously.

"Say what you want, sir ... But don't talk to her. She's a very nice girl. ”

I was even more shocked.

"You told Tsar ... you are not thinking about her money."

“Oh… Siri…” I whispered.

I have never been in love; Maybe this is the real lover? No further negotiation.

Rajan was lying on the sofa in the hall. I went to bedtime and slept. I can't sleep. Sin, this child, who is the child? His mind was determined to make him cry and cry.

Suddenly I got up and saw Rajan lying on the sofa. Tear-stained cheek; But he slept like a child.

I was in pain.

When he woke up the next morning, he spoke as usual, with no difference. I spoke to myself.

"I'm sorry Rajan ... I shouldn't have said that in your personal matter." Tapputtan. Forgive me… ”I said with sad sorrow.

Rajan smiled.

“Paralallah sar… you are talking. You and I don't see any other man ...

All this happened almost fifteen years ago.

What did Rajan-Vimala say about love?

Vimala is married to her Singaporean aunt and left Singapore. It was during the third month that Rajan cried for her; He was the one who brought the message.

I didn't say anything.

What do you think Rajan did?

He is married to his father-in-law, has moved to several jobs, and is well-versed in the computer industry and is based in Tokyo, Japan. I asked him when he came to give me a wedding magazine.

"Do you know anything about your flat ... saree ... curly head?"

"How is ... Singapore ..." he smiled, "even if I forget you will never forget."

Continue “Tell the Tamil one… why not learn to do. Same goes for me. I too have forgotten my love ... ”
I looked at Rajan in amazement.

Of course, today's youth are very smart. This is the story of  Short stories on love.

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