Not set in stone to some way or another persuade his sister and Kali to go. He came just before the parade of the huge chariot and addressed his sister first. Her face was blurred in trouble. She needed to visit her home, yet how is it that she could do without Kali’s authorization? ‘I will address Kali,’ he shared with her. ‘You ought to be prepared to leave with me toward the beginning of the day. Allow Kali to come a couple of days from now.’
Muthu and Kali had known one another since adolescence. Some of the time Muthu came here and remained for a couple of days. Indeed, even Kali’s mom figured he would pay attention to anything that Muthu said. ‘Ponna, kindly go to the fourteenth day of the celebration this year,’said her mother by marriage to her joyfully. ‘Your sibling will deal with everything. How long might we at any point continue to check out at one another’s countenances in this house? Don’t we maintain that a youngster should bob around here? We have a wonderful home. Don’t we want a kid to creep around this space? All that will work out positively. Be prepared to leave tomorrow.’ Ponna, notwithstanding, felt sure that Kali wouldn’t agree that yes.
Regardless of whether he yielded and consented to send her to her town, he would not agree that yes to her going to the fourteenth day of the celebration. He was all the while hurting at what she had said a year prior. How could he alter his perspective at this point? Muthu left for the outbuilding, requesting that Ponna bring supper there. Fencing it around with dried, prickly twigs, Kali had kept his farm quite well. The wall, which drooped no place, was tossed with creepers to a great extent. The covered rooftop was sewed close and tight. A bullock truck could undoubtedly go in and emerge. And afterward, obviously, there was the portia tree. It had spread, capturing time in its branches. In its shade were fastened two bulls and a cow. There was a calf bull with a chomp watch in its mouth; its legs were tied.
Every one of them some way or another fit under the shade of the tree. Whenever it began sprinkling, Kali would take the calf alone inside the shed. Under the thick foliage of the tree, the downpour sprinkled in delicate drops. There was an enormous rectangular waste pit in one corner. On the opposite side of the portia tree was the fenced in area for goats. There weren’t such a large number of them, be that as it may. Only two caretaker goats; one of them had four children. What’s more, taking a gander at them, you could say how brimming with milk the goat was. The other goat was pregnant, its belly swelling. There were additionally two sheep meandering about untethered.
The little cabin inside the walled in area was intended to keep the goats from the downpour. Close to the walled in area were heaps of reaped groundnuts and corn. The last option specifically looked plentiful and powerful. It would keep going for a year regardless of whether the downpours fizzled. There was not a bit of soil on the established whip floor. It was kept extremely spotless. Past that was the shed with its covered rooftop seeming to be the half-spread wings of a bird. Of the two beds that were inside this shed, one was stood upstanding. On the opposite side of the shed was an unfilled space of about a square meter. Lining the wall were a neem tree, a vadanarayana tree and two palm trees. It had been a long time since the palm fronds were pruned. By the dried bird poo that was all over them, you could see that the chickens were prone to hop on to the palm tree. Muthu was glad to meander around the stable.
Kali was generally smart in anything that he did. During one of his prior visits here, Muthu saw two hens meandering around with an enormous gathering of chickens. There probably been north of twenty chickens for every one of them. In the event that they grew up, one could begin a poultry ranch. However, it was an aggravation to keep such a large number of hens. They would get into the cow manure kept to a side and spread everything over the level floor. For that reason Kali was prone to accumulate the cow manure from the floor a long time before the chickens got down from the tree. What’s more, solely after tossing some millet before the shed would he even let the little chicks out of the enormous roughage crate. When the chicks got greater, there was a chicken banquet consistently. Whenever somebody dropped by, he would grasp a chicken. Assuming he chose to go to the Tuesday market, he could likely sell them effectively, yet he was hesitant.