These two are all around one another as though they just got hitched, and I got worn out calling Ponna to help me here. Nothing finished here. I will fare thee well. You colleagues go.’ Muthu likewise expressed farewell to Ponna who was orchestrating the pots and dish. He surged back to Kali and said, ‘Come!’ Bored and desolate from sitting under the portia tree for such a long time, Kali was currently all set out. In his farm, there was in every case a work to do. He felt that the most troublesome thing to do was to not do anything by any means. He realized Muthu had a talent for tracking down secret safe-houses in the backwoods, and that he would likewise have outfitted them with everything that was required at whatever point he invested energy there.
There was a rough fix in the raised part of the fields. It was very tough and in the holes between the enormous rocks, monster trees stood out framing spans across the two stone countenances. Without a doubt, seldom did somebody go in there to poop. Furthermore, they were generally apprehensive. In any case, Muthu had a hideaway even there, somewhere inside. There was a palm tree on a heap of rocks, and he had worked utilizing the stones right underneath that palm tree. He had poked them away with a crowbar and cleared a roundabout place where five individuals could undoubtedly sit and two could rests. Yet, his virtuoso lay in the manner in which he had laid palm fronds on the trees that lay over the hole right above them, framing an extension between the two rocks.
Not in the least did this give them the truly necessary shade yet additionally filled in as an ideal imitation: for anybody who looked from a higher place, it basically appeared to be like the palm fronds had quite recently fallen in the breeze. And all that Muthu required was concealed in the hole in the stones: bean stew, salt, a lead wok with a messed up crease, a mud pot — everything expected to run a little family. A rodent, a bandicoot, a quail or a partridge would get seared in there every so often. Secret spots were Muthu’s cheerful spots. When Muthu took him in there once, Kali said, ‘Dey, machan, for what reason do you have this space? Which lady do you bring here?’ ‘Not at all like that, mapillai. Individuals can recognize assuming that anybody travels every which way. Just I come here. You know my dad, isn’t that right? This is where I come to get away from him,’ Muthu answered.
Once, when they were setting up the land for planting peanuts, Muthu purchased an enormous pitcher of drink and concealed it in one spot. Two furrows were chipping away at the land. Once soon, Muthu hurried to the rough fix and keeping in mind that getting back to the field, he made a demonstration of fixing his undergarment and said, ‘My stomach’s bombshell.’ But how frequently might they at any point end the furrowing? Irritated, his dad pursued Muthu the following time he took off, and found his mystery spot. ‘Are you a rodent?’ he snickered. ‘You have made a hideaway in this little niche.’ After that, everybody began visiting the spot, if by some stroke of good luck to wonder about Muthu’s virtuoso. So he needed to leave that spot, yet it was not as though there was a shortage of conceivable mystery areas there. There was positively one spot that he’d had since youth, which nobody had the option to find. Just Kali was aware of it. The raised fields finished at the stream, the edge of which was lined by ten huge, completely developed neem trees.
On one of those trees, Muthu had secured two of the branches together to shape a space and had finished it utilizing long stalks, ropes and plaited palm fronds. To a pariah, it would simply look like the neem branches had weaved. He could go through days and evenings around there. He had likewise outfitted the spot with everything he really wanted. However he couldn’t actually cook there, he could essentially do all the other things he needed to. On the off chance that there was a contention or a battle at home, he would take off and go through essentially an evening and a day there. On one such event, they had searched for him all over, with practically no karma.
Following an entire evening and a day, he got back as though nothing had occurred. Be that as it may, they actually hadn’t had the option to find this spot. At the point when Kali said, ‘You ought to have been conceived a crow or a cuckoo,’ he answered, ‘I would have been a lot more joyful that way, you know.’ Muthu also had an outbuilding, yet it was his dad who was the expert there. He generally commented when he visited Kali’s animal dwelling place, ‘Just kids without their dads around are the fortunate ones.’ Remembering this, Kali believed that they were presently going to one such safe house.