And they heard a voice: ‘She is Pavatha, our Mother, our goddess.’ For a second, it felt like the actual backwoods had spoken. However, they went to see that an older lady, conveying a pot, was strolling down the restricted way towards the spot. She had two kids with her. It was she who had responded to Kali’s inquiry. Around the earthen goddess were little shakes planted solidly in the ground and spread out all around. Alongside these, in a covered spot, were three pots and sacks. Kali assembled that the old lady had come to make a contribution of rice porridge to the goddess. The lady’s ears were covered with adornments.
‘Our Pavatha lies here under the cool shade of the tree and with a stream nearby,’she said. ‘In any case, they attempt to keep her secured in the sanctuary and implore. She wanders uninhibitedly around the woodland. Would you be able to restrict her to dividers? Our Mother lies here, while they are simply petitioning plain stone.’ ‘Where are you from, mama?’ asked Kali. The youngsters who had accompanied her begun playing in the timberland. They went around, climbed the trees and hopped from them. Their giggling and babble seemed like birdsong. The lady answered as she continued to prepare things for cooking the pongal: ‘We are from the other bank, thambi. A very long time prior, it was from here that we moved. Despite the fact that we needed to move away, looking for work, our Mother wouldn’t come. She told us plainly that assuming we really wanted her we should come and see her here. So we come once a year like this, play out a custom, offer pongal and eat. We have been informed that our kin used to live around this slope. At the point when the woods was obliterated, they got dissipated in various headings. Certain individuals can visit during the chariot celebration in the period of Vaigasi. That is the point at which they assemble here. In any case, individuals like me just visit at whatever point we can. Presently, about ten or fifteen of us have come. They have gone to the sanctuary. Yet, what do I need to find in the sanctuary when my Mother lies here? So I came here to prepare this.’ It happened to Kali that he too expected to even consider supplicating and offer pongal to this goddess. This was Pavatha, the goddess who had guaranteed a space for herself in this spot between the red rocks of the mountains. Leaning back on the earth, she had even made a woods around herself. She was the goddess whose rage had been conjured a long time back by the ancestral young lady’s revile; she was still here, immaculate by the desolates of time. He stooped at her feet. However at that point, shivering at the possibility that even a slight development of her feet could smack him in the face, he eased off a bit. ‘Who directs the petitions to this goddess?’ he asked the elderly person. ‘How might we let any other individual complete the petitions for our goddess? We do it without anyone else. A portion of our kin live around here, as well. One of them comes and directs the supplications one time each week. Any place we will be, we save five rupees every year and send it to him,’ she said. ‘I need to have a chance directed, mother,’ he said. ‘Do it with joy. Come one evening any evening. The minister will be here. Ask him and do whatever you really want to do. Keep in mind, you should keep a pike and cut open a chicken and proposition its blood. Those are the significant things. Assuming you wish, you can likewise go along with me today to participate in these contributions.’ Kali was as of now not enthused about the petitions the Brahmin cleric directed in the sanctuary on the slope. Nor did he care about the additional costs. He was resolved that it was Pavatha to whom he needed to make the contributions. Whatever he acquired buckling down in the fields got spent in such petitions and contributions. Yet, it didn’t make any difference. It was not as though he had youngsters among whom to isolate his income. ‘OK, Amma. We will come in the early evening,’ he said and prepared to leave. She said, ‘By then the pongal will be prepared. Do come and eat with us.’ When he gestured and left the spot, he saw that the kids were playing with a monkey on one of the trees. Generally he bemoaned the need to do whatever supplication whoever suggested, yet the possibility of doing one for Pavatha genuinely made him indescribably pleased with harmony.