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A kind of flower “ kusum "

Just like her name, pouring essence in every one's life, affecting everyone's life, dazling even after being crushed by someone's feet. She totally justify her name “Kusum". All the struggles she went through, every struggle made her more beautiful, as if a bud had to struggle for full bloom.

astha_astha · Urban
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16 Chs

Opposite people are each other's companions in adversity.

Today suddenly in the noise of marriage, Memories of her childhood, school and college days started passing in front of her eyes like a gust. In the noise of memories, the noise of the wedding preparations got suppressed, and suddenly tears broke out in spite of Kusum's great restraint. She was her mother's last hope, how could she leave her mother and go to a foreign house , and how her mother letting her go. She had never even imagined this would happen to her.

Suddenly all the childhood friends stood up in front of her .All of them were smiling and looking very happy, Kusum also joined their happiness and slowly the tears disappeared from her eyes.

And on the other hand the bridegroom was smiling in his mind thinking about his future, but even after stopping a lot, a smile was blooming on his face, And the plans for his future life were being prepared in his mind , He had many curiosities about his wife and about his married life .

After completing all kinds of traditions, the procession reached Kusum's house. The whole village was cooperating in various ways for the marriage of their dear daughter.The whole house and village was lit up with lights. The baraatis were overwhelmed by the welcome extended by the people of the village.

The sound of mantras was being heard everywhere, the whole house was purified by chanting , And at the same time the rituals like marriage, Kanya Daan and Sindoor Daan were all completed.

The next day was the farewell ceremony, Kusum was stealing her eyes from her mother, Because both she and her mother knew that by looking at each other, they would not be able to hold back their feelings.

By touching the feet of the mother, taking all the blessings, leaving hand prints on the walls, that white flower ( Kusum) , looked like a withered red Palash flower today , soon after sitting in the white Ambassador car disappeared from sight....

On one hand, the whole house was full of noise and preparations to welcome the newly wed couple .

And on the other side there was darkness in the whole house. The house which was dear to everyone in the presence of Kusum, today the same house was running like a demon to eat everyone.

At the bridegroom's house, the women and children of the neighboring villages were eager to catch a glimpse of the new bride. A withered Kusum, dressed in a red saree, steps down from the white car, thinking of the same moments as if all the teachers in the examination were strangers to her and she is no one's favorite.

When Kusum put her feet down from the white car, many women were fascinated by the sight of her feet , Some were falling in love seeing her long thick hair covered with sari, while some could see Goddess Lakshmi in her.

Amidst all the noise, Kusum entered the house. The beauty of the new daughter-in-law was being talked about in the neighboring villages.

Because beauty carries jealousy and hatred with it self, so there was a long queue of envious people of Kusum. In which Kusum's sister-in-law Devrani Jethani was on the first number.Thus, the glory of luck began as soon as Kusum entered the in-laws' house.

Kusum came to know as soon as she came to her in-laws' house who is happy with her arrival and who is not. And it didn't matter much to her because she was getting encouragement from her husband.

These two opposite personalities were fulfilling each other's shortcomings and living a happy life.

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