*✿═══════════════✿* *hand scars* *Part :10* https://mihraskoduvally123.blogspot.com/2023/10/blog-post.html *✿═══════════════✿* https://instagram.com/she.is.dream.maker?igshid=ZGUzMzM3NWJiOQ== https://www.instagram.com/invites/contact/?i=o7hsgxz71i40&utm_content=8ex74zs So I have to say that we returned home yesterday without finding anything and went out to look for it again today... ugh. No matter how many times I go in and out of the store today... I will be able to walk todayUmm illila Vallitha and brother-in-law, Ika and I walked behind them... I don't know what it is, I have an unusual stomach pain, my legs and hands are shaking like yesterday, yes, what is it?! When he told Ikka that it would be gas, he went to a shop he saw on the way to drink hot water. The one who stood there said it was not clean and went down again without drinking the water. Tired of walking. It was enough to have somewhere to sit. Nightfall and daybreak can't be like this. No more heavenI will have to go down for some dress... We came down in the morning and by noon we were still walking. Is there a shop in this bazaar? In any case, he should have seen my condition and said that he can eat anything and entered a juice shop. Even though I didn't get hot water, I found a comfort inside by drinking a nice cold avil milk....oh....what a relief... As I said Dora's book, sorry Dora's journey... we are ready to go again... to the next shop... and then outside Modi.Good luck if you get anything today because they will enter the store too... They put many colorful dresses in front of us... the models at that time... are colorful i think always looks so beautiful... so elegant... there is nothing they don't like. So those who came down in the morning walked and walked and made it in the evening... They took something like a coat of Baji Pine for me. Since we didn't have any words there, we didn't say anything. But ifI have to say that I don't like it, I swallowed those words when I saw his look at me. If you see that face, you will know that Ikka didn't like it... because I didn't say anything and then... Ikka didn't say anything. That poor thing will think I like it. Itta also took something that was about the size of a bat. Just ate the food and left. I'm not the festival anymore,Stopped knocking and kicking the ground. This was given to me. To show them every nook and cranny while cleaning their room... but not enough. Should someone be with you for that long? Even though the looks and speech are harsh, I am not like this.. Even if I am at my house, I would like to fight if I see something wrong... I will just say it here. Daughter is always good in father's eyes... By the time it's all over, I'm notIt's summer... Hungry and thirsty... I walked to the kitchen. This is why mom has given me milk and biscuits. There is no milk... I don't feel like drinking it with tea. can't Take a shower and sleep for a while ... He kept his fatigue and pain inside him. If not, who to tell and who to listen.... If a rain falls on the coal cage inside... Back into the room. That's when I saw little Ithan's car lying on the phone.Called back and asked for health information. When I told about my weakness, don't take any pills... sometimes... it will be different.... then one by one I joked.... will it happen again... Anyway, I took a bath and prayed and went to bed. I never knew the time and the night at work. Remembering the feast day, he fell asleep. The whole house was full of joy on the dawn of the festival... Anyway, my ika will take me home today... Come here after the prayer in the church... However, today will not go away. Mixed water and festive breads were spread on the table... Umma's special biryani is a bit too much but Koipallya... (no problem) let's order it... All the people who come and go seem to be acquaintances of Uppan. No relatives have come. Anyway, I looked at the empty time. We went down to Charitta's house. Uppa, Vallitha and Brother have brought the feast. They and I... Because there is no one at homehas not come of small went home A small house is a beautiful house, children, there are other things there, it is not the festival, it is the relatives who came, it is the neighbors... They also prepared a loving party. We also participated in it. Gathered them...said Salam to the family members. Went to the house of Uppante Elama...a poor old Elama seems to have difficulty walking. We talked for a while... there was a good vibe there.... Aunt's daughter-in-law is also cool, MeiTheir house was a little inland from the road... a place with beautiful nature... a cool house... even though there is a lot of work to be done, a house with clean women is beautiful... I loved that place. I have a special fondness for such places... I don't know how much time has passed while watching those views.... Had tea and festival bread. After getting out of there and getting into the car, my father called me on the phone. They are usThey said they were at home and they didn't open the door after ringing the bell... When we said we weren't there, they said they could go back, I told them that Umma was there. Still the door is not open. It doesn't matter. Uppa Carl cut him off saying that he can stay here till the mole comes. I remembered that there was no one at home except mother...she said that it will be over by noon. However, it must have been Mummy who came and opened the doorcould have given I should not have shown it to them even though they disliked me... If they knew that I was tolerating without telling anyone, they would be devastated... My first daughter brought me down with as much hope as them... They did more than they could handle.... Their dreams and hopes... Patachone.... Oke Khairil. May it be in Salam too.... never close those eyes... that too for me.... Ya Allah.... May Umm like me.... My insides groaned unconsciously… sad and angryIt came as well. My phone which was in my hand fell on the ground... When that voice hit my ears, I quickly wiped my eyes and took the phone and looked outside... I knew that I had reached the house by hearing the door opening and closing and quickly walked downstairs and Bro was outside. When I entered, Dad was sitting there... My eyes were filled with tears but I wiped them away without anyone seeing them. Now I am convinced that life will teach us to act... before themN acted well... and left them happy. Ikka's arrival was delayed but Ikka and Aliyan came. Ika got up after pretending to eat that biryani with no intention for Umm... We all talked for a while and we went down to my house... I was not happy inside... But when Ikka stopped me there and said that it was not enough... I don't worry but somewhere a little sad... It's a relief that Ikka will be there... and I will leave home tomorrow.After coming back, he said that he can go to uncle's aunt's house. When we got home, Dad was waiting for us outside. Umm quickly took the food and put it away. He sat and ate with his uncle. When I saw them again, everything inside me was filled. And there was no need for any biryani. After a long time we were together and talked a lot... with fun, laughter and jokes... only that Valland misses his cousins... It would have been complete if they had... " Biryani is super... I thought that biryani was gone today when I ate it at home... It was a relief when I came here... The joy in Ikka's eyes when her stomach was full was something else. We both sat and talked for a while... I was filled with laughter and happiness. I don't see it like this. If night ever comes, it's a bed. And there is no more talk, now it seems that it is gradually decreasing...And time will run out... When those hands were wrapped in mine, I melted into it... It created a circle of affection... *to be continued* *✍🏻mihras koduvally* ▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪▪ *ISHQE-MADEENA* ◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾◾
