An unmarried girl is like a kite ... who before marriage flies here and there as she wishes in the open air ... but then she battles with the kite of destiny ... and then she gets cut off and falls into the courtyard of her husband

The moon and the sun can move from their place ... but a Thakur can never change from his promise

The hair parting of a girl looks good ... when her husband fills vermilion in it

Love is a fragrance that cannot be hidden even if you want to

Your face is like bitter melon and you dream for sweets