These contemplations depleted his confidence in her. An erroneousness entered in his sweet words to her. His hug was as of now not sincere. There was no delicate quality when he had intercourse to her, not the typical liberality that let him remember her for its influence. He came to be moved by a fierceness for vengeance, a longing to pound her viciously and destroy her. It was hot in the farm those days, even around evening time. He’d awaken abruptly and return home. Ponna kept the earthen wick light consuming the evening. He would peep through the holes in the wooden boards on the way to check whether she was snoozing. Now and again he even returned to the farm without awakening her. Whenever he saw that the light inside was put out, that there was only murkiness, he overreacted. On such days, he listened cautiously for any sound that came from inside the house. Some of the time, his tapping on the entryway woke his mom. At the point when she asked, ‘Who is it?’ he answered bashfully, ‘It’s simply me.
Return to rest.’ A need to get moving and inconsiderateness began infesting every one of his activities. Whatever amount of she attempted to hold him tight and take him inside her, all he needed was to keep down resolvedly and discharge in a hurry. Whenever he chose to drink heaps of arrack, which he knew would take him out till morning, he requested that she come and remain in the stable. He would drive her to drink. Prior, on the evenings he drank, his body lost its cruelty and spread on her like a liquid. He would babble joyfully for quite a while. On such evenings, he wore just the undergarment. She’d energetically pull it open. Yet, he would feel no disgrace. She would agree in mock resentment, ‘You have no disgrace.
Nice! Sitting with nothing on.’ And he’d answer, ‘For what reason would it be a good idea for me to feel any disgrace before you? How about you be exposed as well?’ But there was no part of that closeness now. Presently he brought down the arrack like water in fast swallows and passed out immediately. At anything opportunity he came to around evening time, he hopped on her and assumed command over her. It took him a few mornings to recover a feeling of equilibrium. ‘The drinking is gaining out of influence, maama. If it’s not too much trouble, drink less,’she said affectionately. He answered with a slight grin.
His face at absolutely no point ever bloomed in the future in a full grin. Whenever he squashed her under him, she asked, ‘Maama, kindly don’t show your outrage on me along these lines. It is insufferable. Just hit me. Get a club and beat me to mash assuming that you need. In any case, kindly don’t torment me like this.’ His heart went out to her. His hug and kisses then, at that point, told her, ‘It was my error, dear.’ When she discharged consistently, she came to sit and cry in the stable. Covering her face in his lap was reassuring. He’d unsettle her hair and say, ‘Let it go. We ought to be utilized to it at this point.’
But she continued to trust things would change. Some of the time, her crying made him cry as well. So they cried together, bemoaning their destiny. Amusingly, it fulfilled him within at whatever point she got her periods on opportunity and arrived crying to him. The manner in which his brain worked, she was reliable for however long she was bleeding consistently. In this manner, he contemplated: ‘Unfortunate thing. How might I be so dubious as a result of only that one point she made? She just expressed it in the inclination to effectively have her very own offspring. Does that mean I can finish up she could go with any man?
Didn’t she come to me grumbling about Karuppannan’s advances? She expressed out loud whatever she expressed as a result of me — she expressed it for me. She said, “I will go if you were to ask me to.” And I didn’t ask her to. Why might she go?’ This made him treat her with fondness, and it looked like the Kali she knew was back. Be that as it may, it endured just seven days. He then returned to being crabby, and she was speechless to pacify him. In any case, since she was irritated as well, it was simple for her to speak loudly.
It set up him a bit assuming she yelled at him. He never raised his voice. In any event, when he needed to shout to her from the field, he didn’t holler. He’d draw nearer and call her in a voice that seemed like he had a raven concealed somewhere inside his throat. She felt terrible that she expected to yell and battle with him. This happened for a year. She had no alternate way except for to notice him intently and pick her reactions appropriately. eighteen Then came the year when Muthu came face to face to welcome them for the chariot celebration.