Drop the matter. I don’t have to go through a similar hellfire.’ Kali, lying on the bed in his ranch and paying attention to these old stories, said, ‘Where all did you go, Uncle? Check me out. I’m hesitant even to leave this spot and go to the fair in Tiruchengode one time per week. I feel it is great to be satisfied with this farm and the field. Where did you go for three or a half year at a stretch? ‘Kalippa,’ Uncle answered, ‘the world is perpetual. It extends endlessly. On my way, assuming I got lost and meandered a little, apparently I was getting back to where I began from. In those minutes, I couldn’t stand our town. At the point when the cash close by was completely spent and I had no place else to go, I would return home hesitantly.’ He was the not the sort to open up and give words to his sentiments. In any case, the farm made even Uncle Nallupayyan say, ‘Kalippa, when I lie here in your ranch, it feels as soothing as lying in my mom’s belly.’ That was actually the manner in which Kali had an outlook on his farm. He generally dozed in the homestead. Indeed, even in summer, he spread his bunk out in the open. During the storms and in winter, the bunk would lie inside the shed. His was a home in the town complete with a patio, a wide entry, a yard, a storehouse all developed with his own work. He left the yard for his mom. In the beginning of his marriage, he had a go at dozing at home. Yet, the obscurity of the four dividers and the covered rooftop were not really for him. He needed to see the stars when he woke up. The moon needed to radiate down on him. He expected to hear a periodic sounds from the dairy cattle shed: a cow making a sound as if to speak, a goat crying out pleasantly. How is it that he could lie around inside the house with practically no of these? So he made the farm his spot once more. He generally returned home for supper. At the point when he wanted to be with Ponna, he remained back after supper. Whenever he woke up, he returned to the ranch. On certain evenings, he’d go to the farm just to rest. He would return home when he woke up. He should have simply tapped on the entryway tenderly. Ponna let him in. At first, it was challenging for Ponna to become accustomed to his propensities this going forward and backward between the house and the ranch, which was at some distance. She was additionally terrified about the night bugs on the homestead. However, he said, ‘For my purposes, night is the genuine evening.’ This was the land where he was brought up. This was the place where he had meandered about. There was no spot here that he didn’t have any idea. Additionally, Aanangur was not a huge spot where you could without much of a stretch get lost. What was known as the town was only a part of twenty Gounder houses. Four or five of those families resided in their fields and utilized their homes to store their collect. Past the Gounder quarter was the one for the Chakkilis. This again had ten or fifteen houses. What’s more, a field’s length isolated one quarter from the other. Kali’s field and farm were toward the east of the town. On the off chance that he took long walks, he could arrive at home before he wrapped up biting a betel nut. In the evenings, when he completed his work, he slept truth be told, a profound rest. Furthermore, he would wind up not resting soundly around evening time. His was a chicken’s rest. On the off chance that something ground against the fence, the canine would bark and he would awaken. Assuming the chicken began cackling, that was all there was to it, he was unable to rest any longer. So was the situation with the calf’s moo. What’s more, on the off chance that considerations of Ponna came to him, he would leave right away, shutting the shoddy entryway behind him. Since it was evening, he would stroll in his clothing. He knew which way was protected from homeless canines. Ponna had become used to this as well. In the period of drink, Kali would rest until the inebriation wore off. Indeed, even from that point onward, he would lay there restlessly, moving about. He had dozed next to no these beyond two years. Kali’s brain turned towards an occurrence a few years prior. It was a similar Vaigasi month, the hour of the chariot celebration. His mother by marriage had come to welcome them home for the celebration. Her house was only the following town, Keezheripatti. So she never truly remained the night when she visited them. Yet, that once, shockingly, she did. What’s more, in addition to that; she hauled her bed to the patio close to her girl’s mother by marriage. The two elderly people ladies murmured to one another the entire evening, yet neither he nor Ponna could make out the thing they were talking about so eagerly. Just a divider isolated them from Ponna, yet attempt as she did, she was unable to hear anything. Nor would she be able to think about what it very well may be about. In the decade that Ponna and Kali had been hitched, the moms hadn’t spoken so personally even once.