I don’t need a youngster so frantically. Also, every one of you will call me feeble and giggle at me. All in all, let it go.’ ‘When a lady goes covertly, who can say for sure which rank the man has a place with? Likewise, it is a misstep provided that others come to know about it. At any rate, to do this, we will not.
Yet, kindly don’t involve this as motivation not to return home for the celebration.’ ‘I will come. In any case, let me get straight to the point: I am not sending my better half anyplace.’ It was obvious to Muthu that he was unable to shake Kali’s conviction on this. In any case, that didn’t mean he would leave the matter out and out. He realized he needed to track down one more method for persuading Kali. Before they hit the hay after 12 PM, they talked about different things. In the first part of the day, Muthu awakened to the blackbird. He animated Kali and shared with him, ‘Don’t brood over anything. Come on the fourteenth day. I will make magnificent courses of action. We should have some good times!’ Kali saw him off at the entryway. On out, Muthu was attacked by questions concerning whether he was correct or wrong in what he was going to do.
His support to himself was that since he was doing it understandably, it should be the correct thing. ‘Mapillai expressed yes to everything, Ponna. I clarified for him that this was a strict matter, and I made him concur. He adores you so much.’ Saying this to Ponna, he took her with him first thing in the morning. Muthu realize that Kali and Ponna had not gotten an opportunity to address each other in confidential either the prior night or in the first part of the day. Presently he needed to ensure it didn’t occur until the errand was finished. Additionally, it was vital that Ponna generally considered it god’s work. Kali could be dealt with. Truth be told, when a kid was conceived, it probably won’t much make any difference in the event that he found out. None of these things could make a difference to him when a kid called him ‘Appa’ and slithered on to his lap. 21 Kali was drowsy on the bed under the portia tree when Muthu’s voice awakened him. ‘Welcome, mapillai. Have I made you sit tight for a really long time? These colleagues never let me be. I had wanted to wait at home on this celebration day, yet who leaves you alone?
You know Selvarasu, isn’t that right? He maintained that me should go with him to choose a bullock. It took us such a long time to complete that exchange. The bullock appeared as though it was very used to pulling trucks. Be that as it may, it had just two teeth. The individual wouldn’t descend under forty rupees. We some way or another settled on 35. OK, come. How about we eat. You might have eaten. For what reason would it be advisable for you be sitting tight for me?’ It was just when the two were separated from everyone else that Muthu tended to Kali in the agreeable terms suggestive of their experience growing up days. However, when Kali was here, he was the child in-regulation, and Muthu’s location moved as needs be.
Kali rose from the bed, saying, ‘Goodness, I wouldn’t fret pausing. What’s more, I rested off.’ Portia leaves had been sewed together into a wide leaf plate for them to eat from. At celebration time, vagabonds conveyed sewed leaf plates to each home. Yet, since they had an enormous portia tree squarely toward the front, the homeless people stayed there in its shade and sewed their own leaves for them to utilize. Thus, they never ran out of these leaf plates. Kali declined the snacks since he’d previously eaten a ton of them. Muthu mumbled in his ear, ‘Don’t eat excessively. I have made different arrangements.’ In circumstances such as these, Muthu’s arrangements generally succeeded. He additionally went ahead and. ‘It is sufficient to leave a little for the kids,’ he generally said. ‘Don’t we need to live well? The kids can fight for themselves.’
After lunch, they sat under the portia tree and bit betel leaves. Since they’d been purchased only the day preceding at the Tuesday market, the leaves were new. Kali’s mother by marriage was prone to bite betel leaves consistently. Thus, they generally had enough at home. She enveloped the leaves by a white fabric and kept them on top of the water pot. She likewise wet the fabric a few times each day so the leaves wouldn’t shrink until the following week’s market. ‘Mapillai, presently we can go out for some time, mightn’t? I want to believe that you have nothing planned,’said Muthu. ‘Hold tight a moment. We will leave soon,’ he added and hurried inside. Kali heard him tell his mom, ‘What, Mother? No, nothing by any means.’ And then Kali heard his motherin-regulation berating Muthu, ‘For what reason wouldn’t you be able to return sooner?