The day he discovered that his mom and his better half didn’t get along, he requested that his mom cook her own food. She caused a ruckus, crying, ‘I brought forth only one child, and I battled such a huge amount to bring you up.’ He said, ‘I have not disappeared anyplace. I’m here nearby. What’s more I deal with you in any remaining ways. Why in remaining together when both of you can’t get along? This may further develop your relationship.’ And it happened very much like he said. Indeed, now and then the two ladies even got together and turned on Kali, making it doubly hard for him. Since they had been recounted the narrative of the ancestral young lady and her revile, both the mother-inlaw and girl in-law were resolute that something must be done in reward. However, with respect to what precisely should have been done, they didn’t have any idea. Kali’s grandma once said, ‘Pavatha actually dwells in the slope in Tiruchengode. It sufficiently is assuming you make contributions of new garments and go to her. Divine beings can’t be furious with individuals for a really long time.’ The soothsayer Nadar likewise concurred with her. Kali had scaled the slope a few times as a young man. He had meandered around there with other young men. Yet, he didn’t knew anything about the sanctuary. He just realized that Sengottayan and Ardhanareeswara took up one or the other side of the slope. Each, prior day she had her food, his grandma turned toward the slope and asked, ‘Sengottayan, Pavatha.’ He went up the slope and addressed the Brahmin minister: ‘We want to direct a supplication for Pavatha.’ The cleric gave him an assessing look, and said, ‘Who told you to?’ Kali recounted to him about his grandma and the story she had described. ‘Pavatha is nobody yet Ardhanareeswara himself,’ lectured the cleric. ‘Just individuals who don’t realize that recount these accounts. For many years, our family has been directing ceremonies for the half-female god. Many holy people have sung his recognition, referring to him as “Mother God”, “One Part Woman, etc. The male and female together make the world. To show that to us, the Lord remains here joined with the Goddess.
In different sanctuaries, you would see separate sanctums for Eeswaran and Ambal. In any case, here they stand together as one. He has provided her with the left 50% of his body. It is just when we give half of ourselves-both body and brain to the lady that we can be great spouses. Despite the fact that we are conceived male, we additionally encapsulate female characteristics. Considering this, seniors have called him One Part Woman. There is no female without the male, and no male without the female. The world goes on just when they meet up. Did you see the divinity? The right side is Eeswaran; the left is Ambal. Here you get this vision. Regardless of the number of names we address him by, they all allude to this Eeswaran. Yet, the helpless unskilled individuals call him Pavatha. Certain individuals even say this is Kannagi. What can one say about such obliviousness? We simply need to stay silent, guaranteed that everything is Eeswaran.’ At the finish of the discussion, Kali gave the cleric the fifty rupees he had requested. Purchasing new garments for the divinity was a different obligation. Ardhanareeswara is male and female melded into one. What extraordinary delight it is to remain as one, body to body, for eternity! Just god will appreciate such incredible delight. Kali needed to purchase two sorts of garments. All his parents in law came for the function. It was an incredible group. The costs were enormous as well. At the point when the arrangements for the custom were on, they strolled around the sanctuary. There was a little dunk in the slope between the sanctuary and the pinnacle of the slope. This was a little backwoods with prickly brambles and trees that were maybe a few centuries old. The thick foliage resonated with the incensed trilling of an assortment of birds. A long mountain rock shaped a line around this little backwoods, lying like a goliath snake wary. Kali was wonderstruck seeing a particularly timberland at this elevation. He and Muthu had played here as youngsters. They would approach the pinnacle and contact the stone there. They’d jump around the slants effortlessly of wild goats and monkeys. Yet, this backwoods had until recently never uncovered itself as a different substance to him. He had been unified with it previously.
Yet, as he became older, he started considering things to be independent from himself. He presently took a gander at the backwoods in incredible shock. Muthu probably felt the same way, for he said, ‘We have wandered inside this. Be that as it may, I have never seen it along these lines.’ They searched for a way to enter the backwoods. Birds and creatures had produced a warren of ways through the backwoods. In transit to the stone at the pinnacle, a thin way. Muthu and Kali entered it in incredible enjoyment. A mongoose, frightened by this unexpected human presence, ran and stowed away under a hedge. The way driven straightforwardly to a tree. At the point when they looked to the opposite side of the tree, they saw a tremendous leaning back figure. Dread held onto Kali and, holding Muthu’s hand in a strong grasp, he strolled ahead. It was an earthen goddess. Vermilion had been dissipated all around her body, and her face was aglow with anger. However, there was a weak grin at the sides of her lips. He felt the grin uncovered an insubordination that expressed, ‘How would you be able to treat me?’ When he remained at her feet, she had all the earmarks of being lying there with the full certainty that the whole land was hers. Her arms and legs were pretty much as large as the trunks of trees. She had a round face, and her totally open eyes met his in an enduring gaze. In any event, when Kali deflected his look, he could in any case feel her eyes drilling profound into him. Attempting to shake off the dread the woods had incited in them, he expressed, ‘What goddess is she?’