She didn’t go even close to the field or the farm. Her face looked enlarged more often than not, her hair tousled. Ordinarily, she wouldn’t permit him to leave his hair loosened. She would likewise wash his hair for him. However, presently she sat idle. At the point when he returned home, she laid food on his plate. At the point when she neglected to make any food whatsoever, Kali’s mom brought his food. Presently he generally ate his mom’s food. It likewise turned out to be extremely challenging to make her eat. Kali and his mom were very frightened seeing her lie around without any feeling of day or night. They dreaded she may be moved by some abhorrent soul. They even considered sending for her folks. At the point when Kali returned home at 12 PM and thumped on the entryway, it required her a long investment to open it.
She looked sick. Her arms, which once used to embrace him with want, presently lay limp and dead. Kali was baffled. Yet, when he was confused to sort out what to do, something happened that resuscitated her. A goat in the horse shelter was in the pains of a troublesome birthing. Kali rushed to Ponna, entreating her, ‘You used to take such adoring consideration of it, calling it your goat, recall? You used to say, “It doesn’t make any difference that I don’t have kids. My goats and cows will constantly yield plentifully.” Now will you consider going to the horse shelter and dealing with the goat in its misery and invigorate it some? Or on the other hand would you say you will allow it to bite the dust? It is a battle of two lives now.
Kattu Karuppana Rayya! Show us a decent way. Karia Kali! Be my ally, Mother!’ that’s what the second she heard, she rose as though she had recently recaptured cognizance and rushed to the animal dwellingplace. Indeed, even after the youngster had been compelled to convey, the goat’s legs were shaking. For the following ten days, until it had the option to get up on its own feet and take a gander at its young one, Ponna remained in the farm. She washed the goat with warm water two times every day. She ground the mash of aloe vera and applied it on the goat’s injuries from the conveyance.
She took care of it steamed millets. It was her adoration for this mother-goat that restored her. The following year, when he raised the subject of going to the Perumal sanctuary, she answered, ‘Why? With the goal that you can bring some lady along to embarrass me?’ and, all things being equal, strolled the entire way to the sanctuary. She likewise quit lifting and holding anybody’s youngsters. Their farm generally had little calves and children for her to play with. 24 Ponna adored the eyes of the small kid who, sitting on her mom’s lap, continued to check Ponna out. The kid grinned through her eyes. To her, Ponna lifted the kid and kissed her. Maran drove the truck quicker than her dad.
He was likewise ready to overwhelm a portion of different vehicles effortlessly. For this, he didn’t land the whip on the bullocks even once. All he did was contact them on their flanks with the handle of the whip. He was by all accounts proficient at the language of the creatures, and since he was occupied with the driving, his discussion with her dad didn’t proceed. It was a help to her. As they approached Tiruchengode, she could see the slope a ways off through the holes in the tamarind trees in transit. On the slope, similar to a hand collapsed in supplication, was the fruitless stone. The slope’s pinnacle was radiant in the subsiding light of the day.
Ponna supplicated: ‘On the off chance that you don’t show me a way this time, the main choice I have is to tumble from that ridge … I am coming today to see the god. I could neglect to remember you. You need to help me. You need to give me a kid. I don’t realize in what structure you will come today, where you will stand, what you will say, and how you will move toward me. Kali’s hands are like enormous, rough sifters. At the point when they contact my cheek, my adoration pours forward in spite of the unpleasantness of their touch. How might your touch be? How might you enter my body? I don’t know anything, however I am coming presently, confiding in you …
My better half’s consent to this isn’t earnest. He has said OK in light of the fact that my sibling requested it. Very much like you, he needs to keep me in his body. He could never need to destroy me from his body and give me to another person. Notwithstanding all that, I am coming to you now. Allow him to hold his head high among individuals. Let him not stay restricted to the farm, let the spring be back in his stride. May his hug recapture the affection it used to have. You need to assist us with being like others, be acknowledged by everybody. Sengottaya, my Father … Pavatha, my Mother … ‘ Her brain was submerged in petitions. She felt like another power was entering her. She felt unsteady, so she lay on her mom’s lap.