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Here are Paripoke pitta Song Lyrics in Telugu and English. From Nuvvostanante Nenoddantana Movie, the song features Siddharth and Trisha Krishnan. Sagar and mallikharjun are the singers, penned by Sirivennela Seetharama Sastry, and the music director for the song is Devi Sri Prasad.

Movie	Nuvvostanante Nenoddantana (2005)
Cast	Siddharth, Trisha Krishnan
Music Director	Devi Sri Prasad
Lyricist	Sirivennela Seetharama Sastry
Singers	Sagar,Mallikharjun
Music Label	Aditya Music
Genre	Romantic Melody
Language	Telugu

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Paripoke pitta Song Lyrics – Nuvvostanante Nenoddantana

“Paripokae Pitta Cheranante Etta”

Paripokae pitta cheranante etta
Anta maram entante maata vinakunda
Saradaga adigaka majale cherchava
Theesukupo nee venta
Vastha theesukupo nee venta

Na santoshanantha pampincha thanaventa
Bhadrangane unda ae bengapadakunda
Thana andeluga thodia na chindaravandara sarada
Adisthundhaa ledhaa sandadiga rojantha

Chinnaboyindho emo cheli komma
Aa gundela gootiki munde kaburi ave chilakamma

Nivaadu vasthade prema ani tvaraga velli
Nuvvinna kathalanne cheppamma kakakamma
Theesukupo nee venta
Vastha theesukupo nee venta

Aakali kaliginchindi nannento nindinchinadi
Annampettanu pove ani kasiraesavandhi
Niddhura edurayyindi thega chiragga unnatuntadhi
Thana vadhaka ravadhanthu tharimesavandhutundi

Em garam chesthave prema
Nuvvadigindhivvani vallantu evarunnaramma

Aa sangathi neeku telusamma nee pantham mundhu
Enaadu ae ghanudu gelichado cheppamma
Theesukupo nee venta
O prema theesukupo nee venta

Theesukupo nee venta
Are theesukupo nee venta
Theesukupo nee venta

Paripoke pitta Song Lyrics in Telugu

పారిపోకే పిట్టా చేరనంటే ఎట్టా

పారిపోకే పిట్టా చేరనంటే ఎట్టా
అంత మారం ఏంటంటే మాటవినకుండా
సరదాగా అడిగాక మజిలీ చేర్చవ
తీసుకుపో నీ వెంట
వస్తా తీసుకుపో నీ వెంట

నా సంతోషాన్నంతా పంపించా తనవెంట
భద్రంగానే ఉందా ఏ బెంగపడకుండా
తన అందెలుగా తొడిగా న చిందరవందర సరద
ఆడిస్తుందా లేదా సందడిగా రోజంతా

చిన్నబోయిందో ఏమో చెలి కొమ్మ
ఆ గుండెల గూటికి ముందే కబురియవే చిలకమ్మా

నివాడు వస్తాడే ప్రేమ అని త్వరగా వెళ్లి
నువ్విన్న కథలన్నీ చెప్పమ్మా కాకమ్మ
తీసుకుపో నీ వెంట
వస్తా తీసుకుపో నీ వెంట

ఆకలి కలిగించింది నన్నెంతో నిందించింది
అన్నం పెట్టాను పోవే అని కసిరేసావంధీ
నిద్దుర ఎదురయ్యింది తెగ చిరాగ్గా ఉన్నట్టుంధీ
తన వద్దకు రావద్దంటూ తరిమేసావంటుంది

ఎం గారం చేస్తావే ప్రేమ
నువ్వడిగిందివ్వని వాళ్లంటు ఎవరున్నారమ్మా

ఆ సంగతి నీకు తెలుసమ్మా నీ పంతం ముందు
ఏనాడూ ఏ ఘనుడు గెలిచాడో చెప్పమ్మా
తీసుకుపో నీ వెంట
ఓ ప్రేమ తీసుకుపో నీ వెంట

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తీసుకుపో నీ వెంట
అరె తీసుకుపో నీ వెంట
తీసుకుపో నీ వెంట

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From Fields to Forever: A Tale of Love and Family

In the small village of Rajahmundry, nestled between lush farmlands and the flowing Godavari River, lived two siblings bound by tragedy and unwavering love. Sivarama Krishna, known to everyone as Srihari, had shouldered responsibility far beyond his years when their wealthy father abandoned the family for another woman, leaving their mother heartbroken. She never recovered from this betrayal, and her passing left Srihari as the sole guardian of his little sister, Siri.

The siblings had lost everything except their modest family farm and each other. Through sheer determination, Srihari had transformed their small plot into a thriving agricultural venture, his calloused hands a testament to years of relentless work. More importantly, he had created a home where Siri never felt the absence of parental love, filling the void with his protective, brotherly affection.

Siri blossomed under her brother’s care into a bright, spirited young woman with an infectious laugh that could warm the coldest hearts. Unlike many girls her age who dreamed of city life, Siri found joy in simple village pleasures—helping with the harvest, teaching at the local school, and organizing community festivals. Her world was complete, or so she thought until fate introduced an unexpected twist.

When Worlds Collide

Santosh Reddy arrived in India like many London-based NRIs—somewhat reluctantly, accompanying his mother to attend a cousin’s lavish wedding. Having spent most of his life in England, these family obligations felt like a burden rather than a homecoming. The son of successful entrepreneurs who had built a tech empire abroad, Santosh had grown accustomed to boardrooms and business class flights, not the humid air and chaotic energy of rural India.

The wedding celebrations stretched across several days, and during one evening of traditional dance performances, Santosh found himself captivated by a young woman performing Kuchipudi with such grace that time seemed to stand still. This was Siri, who had been invited to perform at the high-profile wedding. Their eyes met across the decorated pandal, and something shifted in Santosh’s universe.

What began as curiosity evolved into genuine interest as Santosh extended his stay in India, finding excuses to visit the village where Siri lived. Their conversations revealed two people raised in completely different worlds yet connected by similar values. Siri’s authenticity and warmth were refreshing contrasts to the calculated relationships Santosh had known in London. Meanwhile, Santosh’s worldly perspective and sincere interest in understanding her life intrigued Siri.

The Guardian’s Challenge

When Santosh finally gathered the courage to visit Siri’s home and ask for her hand in marriage, he encountered the immovable force that was Sivarama Krishna. The protective brother listened politely but firmly declined, seeing only potential heartbreak for his sister.

“I’ve protected Siri from pain her entire life,” Srihari explained, his voice steady but resolute. “I will not send her to a family that values wealth over character, or to a world where she might be viewed as inferior because of her simple upbringing.”

Santosh, rather than retreating, saw this as a challenge worth accepting. “Give me a chance to prove that my intentions and character are worthy of your sister,” he pleaded.

Srihari studied the young man before him—educated, privileged, but perhaps not entirely without substance. After thoughtful consideration, he proposed what seemed like an impossible challenge.

“Work as a laborer on my farm for one harvest season,” he declared. “I will give you one acre of land adjacent to mine. If you can produce a better yield than I do, I’ll know you possess the determination and respect for hard work that would make you worthy of Siri.”

Soil and Sweat

Santosh’s parents were horrified when he informed them of his decision to stay in India and work as a farmhand. His mother tearfully begged him to return to London, while his father threatened to cut off his inheritance. But Santosh had discovered something worth fighting for—not just Siri’s love, but also his own self-respect.

The early days were brutally humbling. The same hands that had typed corporate emails now blistered from holding farming tools. The body accustomed to ergonomic office chairs ached from bending in the fields. Santosh often collapsed in exhaustion in the small hut he occupied on the farm’s edge, questioning his decision.

But with each sunrise, he returned to his acre with growing determination. He observed Srihari’s techniques, asked questions of local farmers, and even researched modern agricultural methods online during precious moments of rest. When others mocked the “foreign boy playing farmer,” Siri secretly admired his persistence, though she maintained a respectful distance as her brother had instructed.

Growth and Transformation

As weeks turned into months, something remarkable happened. The city polish wore away from Santosh, revealing a man of genuine substance. He learned to read the sky for weather patterns, to understand the language of the soil, and to respect the rhythm of nature. His acre of land responded to his evolving care, green shoots strengthening under his attentive eyes.

Equally significant was the transformation in his perspective. The values he had once dismissed as provincial—community support, sustainable living, finding joy in simplicity—now resonated deeply. He discovered fulfillment in watching his crops grow that no business deal had ever provided.

Srihari observed these changes with quiet interest. He noted how Santosh shared new techniques with neighboring farmers, contributed to village discussions, and gradually earned respect not through his foreign connections but through honest effort.

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Harvest of the Heart

When harvest season arrived, the entire village gathered to witness the outcome of what had become a legendary challenge. Santosh’s acre, against all expectations, yielded an impressive crop—marginally better than Srihari’s own harvest. The victory wasn’t just in quantity but in quality and sustainability of methods.

That evening, as villagers celebrated the harvest festival, Srihari approached Santosh with a rare smile. “You’ve surprised me,” he admitted. “Not just with your farming success, but with how you’ve become part of this community.”

“I didn’t just learn farming,” Santosh replied, wiping sweat from his brow. “I learned what truly matters—the values you’ve instilled in Siri, the importance of roots and relationships.”

In that moment, something shifted in Srihari’s gaze—the wall of protection around his sister softening into acceptance. He extended his hand to Santosh, not as an adversary but as a brother.

The wedding that followed months later wasn’t a grand affair like the one where Santosh and Siri had first met. Instead, it was a heartfelt celebration in the village that had witnessed their unusual love story. Santosh’s parents, who had eventually come to understand their son’s transformation, participated with newfound respect for the family their son was marrying into.

Epilogue: Bridging Worlds

Today, Santosh and Siri divide their time between London and their Indian village. They’ve established an agricultural foundation that bridges traditional farming wisdom with modern technology, creating opportunities for rural youth. Their home remains open to Srihari, who visits often and has become an advisor to their foundation.

The acres that once served as a testing ground for Santosh’s determination now symbolize something greater—the understanding that true wealth lies not in bank accounts or social status, but in the richness of authentic relationships and purposeful living.

And sometimes, in the quiet evenings when the three sit together watching the sunset over the fields, they remember how love found its way through the most unlikely of challenges, proving that the heart, like the most fertile soil, can nurture remarkable growth when tended with sincerity and respect.