On the off chance that Gounder had said, ‘I dumped one here unintentionally,’ the issue may have finished there. All things considered, he swore that he had brought three sacks. The driver of the truck from Pazhayapalayam was not going to leave the matter there. So it went to the sanctuary. All irritating issues went to the Tiruchengode Murugan sanctuary. Mostly up the slope, on the 60th step, Murugan stands cut on the stone. There is even a conviction that quite a while in the past this was the principle sanctuary on the slope. At the point when the slope was covered with thick timberland, the inhabitants made this god. This unique god actually ensured truth won. When the sixty stages of truth started, individuals bowed down in deference on each progression. Despite the fact that means have been cut up to the highest point of the slope and another, greater sanctuary has grown there, this Murugan on the 60th step is the first god. Each progression had a stone light. At whatever point there was a make a difference to be gotten comfortable the sanctuary, the offended party filled every light with oil and lit them. The respondent was made to snuff out every light and show up at Murugan’s feet and swear that the individual didn’t do what they had been blamed for. Nachimuthu Gounder put out every one of the sixty lights. Considering Murugan simply a picture scratched on a stone, he swore at his feet. For simply a sack of castor seeds, for a small five rupees, he prevaricated before a divine being. They say that not long after this episode, Gounder freaked out and meandered all over town. Obviously, he pulled everybody by the hand saying, ‘Come, how about we go to the Murugan on the 60th step.’ No one realized what befell him once he left the town and began meandering the roads of Tiruchengode. Kali’s granddad was his lone kid. His dad, as well, had been his granddad’s lone kid. The two of them passed on youthful. Amma portrayed this and began crying. Looking for recovery from this revile, Kali and Ponna scaled the slope. For sixty days, they lit the sixty lights and cast themselves at the feet of Murugan, arguing for his gifts. The whole castor seed yield from that year turned into the oil in those lights. Yet, even that was adequately not. So they purchased more, took some in charity, and kept on filling those lights. They even had a go at appeasing Murugan’s displeasure by spreading oil on the god’s body. They would leave in their truck at nightfall. When they would tie the bulls at the foot of the slope, having mentioned the bloom merchant to watch out for them, and climb and arrive at the 60th step, the day would have finished. The cleric would be sitting tight for them. Kali filled the lights with oil, and Ponna lit them. The cleric washed Murugan consistently in castor oil. The conviction was that main castor oil could mollify a very long term rage. At the point when they completed the ceremonies and moved down the slope, the town would have hit the sack. Be that as it may, nothing could appease Murugan. Kali’s grandma, nonetheless, had another clarification. She disliked her girl in-law’s account of the family revile. ‘Was it your mom who came as the Chettiyar who purchased the castor seeds?’she said. ‘Who can say for sure which canine took the sack? She is dumping that wrongdoing on my family. Nobody has at any point recounted to me this story.
Your mom more likely than not remained up numerous evenings to concoct it. How treats know? She can’t count! She came into the family such a great deal later. Be that as it may, don’t worry about it. You lit the lights for god. No one but great can emerge from it.’ But until the day she passed on, his grandma was stressed over the propagation of her genealogy. She sent the youthful couple to any sanctuary celebration anyplace, saying, ‘Proceed to ask for charity.’ They did all of that, however nothing happened to it. Besides, Kali’s grandma had an alternate story to tell-one that rivaled his mom’s hypothesis of their present situation. He thought they were competing with one another to describe accounts of condemnations and retaliation. He deplored his destiny that he needed to do anything they requested that he do. He expected that assuming he rejected, Ponna would release her outburst. She would act as though doing that one thing would at last guarantee labor. Such was the situation with his grandma’s story as well. However, this one didn’t walk its discussion all things considered.
In those occasions, the locale around Tiruchengode was covered with woods. It was the Gounders who changed over it into cultivable land. Initially, while they were occupied with this overwhelming undertaking, they would likewise take their groups of steers to brush around here. Young fellows went boldly into the woodland therefore. Once, four such challenging adolescents went crowding their goats. In the hotness of noontime, they heard a female voice shouting in misery from inside the woodland. There were many phantom anecdotes about the woodland. At first they thought it was the catch of Mohini who was said to entrance youngsters. Yet, the voice sounded consistent and human, so they strolled toward its, albeit frightfully. It was harvest time, and the trees had all shed their leaves and stood exposed. Just the neem and palm trees were rich, with their foliage still unblemished. Then, at that point, they saw her sitting under a palm tree, wearing just a checkered fold over her midsection. Her bosoms had newly bloomed. She was a backwoods tenant, fourteen or fifteen years old. The young men realized that ancestral individuals lived in the backwoods.