Whenever they were finished dealing with the dairy cattle, what was left for these young fellows to do? It was additionally very normal for them to remain in one another’s homes. Albeit both were Gounders, Kali was from the Kaadai people group while Muthu was a Venduvan. It converted into an uncle-nephew relationship. Yet, they tended to one another in the most amiable of terms, as ‘vaada’ and ‘poda’.
Whenever Kali went to Muthu’s home, he had an eye on Ponna. It was a marvel for him to have considered her to be a kid and afterward to see her out of nowhere blooming into a young lady. When he turned eighteen, his mom began searching for a lady for him. Since Kali realize that Muthu was conscious of every little thing about him, he didn’t know how to approach him and say, ‘Give me your sister in marriage.’ But at last, on a night when they were lying around in Kali’s farm, satiated with drink, he asked Muthu. ‘Do you suppose I am a decent man?’ ‘For what reason do you question that? You are a preferable man over me.’ ‘Are you simply going along with me? Or then again are you being honest?’ ‘Really! I’m all set to any sanctuary and swear that you are a decent, great, great man.’ ‘Then, at that point, will you wed your sister to me?’
Muthu didn’t hold back in any event, briefly. He said, ‘Dey, mapillai! Goodness, I can’t address my mapillai as “dey”! I ought to say “Mr Mapillai”!’ He continued forever, prodding Kali. Kali expected that it was the drink that communicated everything and that Muthu would fail to remember everything in the first part of the day. Yet, the exceptionally following day, he addressed his folks and sister, and returned to Kali a similar night with their assent. From that point on, they began tending to one another as mapillai and machan. That evening had been very similar to this one. A waxing moon, 3/4 its size, was tossing its light across the sky. Muthu could hear Kali opening the stopgap door to the farm. He sat up. Kali accompanied a full jug. ‘This is Mooppan’s arrack. It is our karma this was accessible today,’ he said and began pouring it.
They drank the arrack out of little earthen pitchers and aired out nut shells and popped the peanuts into their mouths. Muthu generally drank it practically slick and furthermore brought down everything super quick. It sank down his throat with a sting. It was certainly great arrack. It would be great assuming Ponna accompanied the food before he went for the following round. He had a propensity for holding his nose and gulping everything in one go. Kali was unique; he took as much time as is needed with each glass and drank up to four or five. He liked to feel the inebriation gradually developing inside him. ‘Mapillai, the last two diets have quite recently not been something similar without you. You should come this time. I will ensure nobody annoys you. Tell me, will you come?’ Kali’s eyes teared up and they sparkled in the twilight.
He was moved by Muthu’s words. ‘I will come, machan. I will,’ he said. ‘We can drink and make cheerful like we used to. Come. Let me know when you can come. I will prepare things … ‘ ‘When does your sister need to go?’ ‘you needs to conclude that. She is terrified of you. She has not come there for two years at this point. Assuming you say OK, I will take her with me tomorrow.’ ‘Good. Take her with you. I will come on the day the divine beings return uphill, remain for the last day and afterward return.’ Ponna brought supper. Generally, when she came there, she could have done without any other person hanging about. Yet, today, it was her sibling, Muthu, and he had come to represent her. So she had prepared the supper with care. Frequently, jobless colleagues from the town would be sitting and visiting away with Kali.
She would come there wanting to get a confidential second with Kali, and all her craving would evaporate the second she saw another person. Those individuals weren’t great at really trying to understand and letting the couple be. She would stand by fretfully, lastly leave without conversing with him. She would frequently detonate, ‘Assuming that somebody comes, meet them at the door, converse with them and send them away! These forlorn individuals never leave once they come and sit inside the farm. They take a gander at how great our dairy cattle appear to be, and they proceed to discuss it to the whole town!’ She wouldn’t fret Uncle Nallupayyan. Despite the fact that the whole town discussed of him, as she would like to think he was great hearted. He generally had a thoughtful word or two for Ponna. Once, when Uncle had come over, Ponna was en route to the farm, conveying food, when she halted to observe a few youngsters playing.