It seemed as though her mom was wearing a blurred sari. Perhaps this was the best one she had. Anyway energetically she worked in the fields, she couldn’t wear great garments. Nor was she enthused about doing that. Ponna recalled a story from a year ago. Evidently, when individuals went to Pallipalayam with the trucks to exchange roughage, a man came to direct a bartering for them. They would have rather not gotten into a sale, so they generally purchased a sari each. Ponna was currently wearing the sari that Kali had gotten her from that deal. He generally favored lightcoloured saris.
She cherished this one — a light sandalwood tone — and she was currently worried about it getting solidified with dust. Fortunately, after a little distance, ladies were sprinkling water from one or the other roadside, assisting the residue with settling. This was a help that individuals from the towns along the street took on during the celebration season. There were likewise water pandals each couple of miles or somewhere in the vicinity. They were made by plaiting palm fronds together and afterward attaching them with coconut fronds.
A few trucks pulled up before each of the pandals. Everybody could get as need might have arisen. The Chakkiliyars, in yielding to the upper standings, eliminated themselves to the opposite side of the pandals and hydrated out of palm-natural product shells. A portion of the pandals even had watery buttermilk in pots. This was like nectar to somebody in thirst. Nothing could contend with that. Watching everybody around her, Ponna was loaded up with the fervor of a youngster. The young fellows who drove the trucks were excited about surpassing the trucks in front of them. Each time they figured out how to do that, every one of the young fellows and the kids in that truck would yell and sneer at the one they surpassed.
All of this negatively affected the unfortunate bullock that hurled, gasped and battled. Energy beat through the whole stretch of the street. Ponna’s dad drove gradually and cautiously. It was sufficient assuming that they came to when there was still some sunlight left. All things considered, there was nothing surprising about the celebration that he expected to see after such a long time. The last time he went was the point at which he took little Ponna to see the celebration. The years had moved by. Presently, seeing this group, Ponna had little uncertainty that a wide range of decides would be broken that evening. Maybe various guidelines applied to swarms? Very much like this street, different streets that prompted Tiruchengode from the wide range of various towns around it would likewise get comparative groups. Could the four quadrangle roads facilitating the Tiruchengode chariot celebration do the trick to oblige these a huge number of individuals pouring in?
Only during the current day, the town would venture into the far off lands encompassing it. The commotion of the groups kept on ringing in her ears. Her dad halted the truck at a water pandal. It was in the town of Karumagoundampalayam. They could get watery buttermilk there! They just said it was watery, however it ended up being great buttermilk. In the event that you drank a little pitcher loaded with this, it would ease your thirst as well as your yearning as well. Close by, there was likewise an enormous tank loaded up with water for the cows. While the travelers were occupied with drinking the buttermilk, a portion of the drivers unharnessed their bullocks and took them for a beverage of water.
These were demonstrations of administration that individuals from the towns along the street took upon themselves. These pandals endured the whole span of the celebration. On certain days, you could get water and buttermilk, yet additionally panagam, improved with jaggery. All the palm-tree climbers of that town ensured that enough Karuppatti jaggery was accessible to make panagam in huge vessels. At the point when they were going to the truck, a man moved toward them. He was wearing a dhoti around his midriff and had a collapsed towel under his arm. At the point when he said, ‘Samee … ‘ Ponna’s dad convoluted. ‘What?’ He could perceive that the man was a Chakkiliyan. He said, ‘Samee, the little ones can’t walk. In the event that you can give us a little space in your truck, you will be honored.’ ‘Where will you sit?’ Ponna’s dad inquired. ‘Samee, you go to the back and sit tranquilly on the feed. I will drive the truck and have these three sit close to me.’ ‘Are you a decent driver?’