C7 lines of confusion

lines of confusion

He took the diary and started reading. I am a princess. Many people say that I am beautiful. From childhood many restrictions are like a prisoner in a prison but the name they give is the pinnacle of affection. Matches to make Mega smell me. Many people lose that competition and spend their lives in jail. Outside the palace I have many experiences to enjoy and enjoy.

But I was not allowed to leave the palace. So I tricked them and started going out with my girlfriends only a few days a month. The beauty you see there is wonderful, wonderful place where the sea and the sky meet, you can run between it, the sand beach beyond it, water as far as the eye can see, water everywhere. On top of that are the ships that rule the sea and the piles of wealth and pearls they carry. The world is an amazing business. There are shopping streets for that.

It gave the illusion that thousands and thousands of all kinds of mantras were gathered in one place as a diverse population in many sects. On the other hand, the heroism of my country was known. Many gifted patrons, knights who suppress it, crowds of people who enjoy it, including me.

Horse, who entered the crowd in a fit of rage, was the hero who suppressed it with his help. I also went behind to pull myself against him. As soon as he started dating Arulvarman, he caught it. Sharpness of vision, clarity of intellect, distance from women, politeness of speech will win the competition even in vision? Do not know.

Totally won my heart. He won the subsequent matches as well. But knowing the reason for his participation in the competition, I was scared and confused and could have told him who I was. But exclude? I was afraid. First I put it off to let him win the competition. But now he is in a hurry and told his love and I told him who I am without knowing me. He is also confused but I know he will clear up. But what will he protect, his friendship? No love?

The bigger confusion than this is how he will win or lose tomorrow's match. He has won all the matches so far but now his mind is confused. The next day, the first day of the match, I went looking for him at night. He was not found.

The same beach oasis, the same moon, the sound of waves, but he was not found. Everything is empty without him. I searched and did not find it, I returned. Tears help. Anxiety is constant. I have decided that whether he accepts me or not in the next day's competition, he should win, or he should go away freely, but I will release him and send him to his country. He is more important to me than my love.

The next day the sunrise took place a little later. The weather looked foggy as did our confused minds. Even though the situation changed after a while, my anxiety did not change. The time for the match was approaching but he was late and he also came there with the same worried face. The competition consists of two rounds.

In the first round, questions will be asked from Tamil songs composed in the first Tamil SANGAM like PARIBADAL, MOOTUNARAI, AGATHIYAM etc. One lifetime is definitely not enough to read and understand any of these books. He must answer the questions asked by many intellectuals who have dedicated their lives to studying them.

Around a hundred scholars will gather and ask questions. Questions will be not only on texts but also on self-thinking. He will be declared the winner only if all the witnesses are satisfied. If not, it's jail. Even with a clear mind, it is difficult to think about winning, he is confused.

The indifferent smile creeping into his face and the lines of confusion scared me. The match began. What's the surprise? I was left speechless by the amazing answers to the rare questions. No matter how confused one is, the thought is good. Love for him increased.

The competition continued for several seasons. However, he did not move, he moved others. So many subtle questions with mesmerizing answers, surprise, wonder and finally victory is in his hands. The second round of the match began.

In this round, 24 identical female figurines are placed in a long glass box, only one of which is a living female. Everything else is nonsense. The competitor has to look and find the woman inside the glass box, if not inside a nymph, he is the loser.

A nymph who has trained to live female breath normally holds his breath. The match began with a glass box containing 24 identical female figures in the middle of the field. Time for the competition has begun.

Arulvarman walked around the ark without noticing a single difference. Everyone wears the same color, the same posture, as if they have copied something. He looked at the ark many times and it didn't seem like a single thing was different and he went away delusional. Drips were also flowing. After half a day had passed,

the king said, "What a warrior, look well." He also searched he Not even hairy legs were found in any of the copies, so he decided he had lost. At the end of a day, the king said, "Do you want more time?" I knew who it was, so I took a skirt to protect him and climbed on top of the girl without anyone noticing, thinking that he would notice it, but the skirt fell on the girl next to him. He also noticed it and pointed out an old age. My heart stopped beating for a minute. I thought he was going to show the wrong girl and he was going to lose. What will I do?

But to the astonishment of the congregation, the woman also came out. He has won the competition. Then they called him and placed him on the stage and honoured him. He made a request to my father that till this day the losers in this contest should be freed.

He also accepted it and I know why. All the losers were brought to the middle of the field. At that his eyes scanned his friend in the crowd. He searched among the hundreds of people but did not find Gajavarman with many lines of confusion on his face. I don't know where the joy of winning the competition went.