However she was unable to shrivel herself and falsehood like a child, it was soothing to lie with her head in her mom’s lap. She even failed to remember that this was a similar mother who had been irritating her the entire morning. After quite a while, she felt her mom’s delicate hands on her back. Her mom’s hand had consecrated strings folded over the wrist, and she savored this maternal touch. Her mom’s eyes had teared up pondering something. It appeared to be that a mother required the delight of having a youngster, and the kid that of having a mother. Uncle Nallupayyan used to say, ‘For what reason do you suppose we have and bring up kids? For them to grow up well? No. We do it since we appear to require it for ourselves.
To that end we have youngsters and raise them. And afterward in advanced age we grumble that those kids are not dealing with us. This is all plain franticness … ‘ Let him be correct. We don’t anticipate that our youngsters should deal with us when we are old. It is sufficient in the event that we can have a public activity as a result of them. Presently we are compelled to carry on like untouchables, dreading assuming our sight or contact is foreboding. All we need is to show these individuals who exclude us that we also are individuals very much like them. Her brain was loaded up with different befuddling dreams.
There was one in which she strolled a significant distance with a youngster across her shoulder. It seemed obvious her that she would never see the youngster’s face. Was it even her kid? From the manner in which she strolled, it appeared as though she had taken the child from some place. Was that valid? For what reason was Kali never part of this specific vision? Where had he gone? Did he forsake her reasoning that she didn’t require him when she had a youngster? With pictures and recollections blending with each other, she lay on her mom’s lap, threw among rest and alertness. There was a great deal of commotion.
Over the commotion of trucks pulling over, the voices of individuals could be heard. They sounded ambiguous, similar to the cawing of crows at first light. Maran drove the truck into the market, which appeared to be going all out as of now. Ponna’s mom awakened her solely after Maran pulled over at a spot wide enough for their truck. It took her some time to get her course. She was unable to recollect how long she had dozed in her mom’s lap. She was completely conscious solely after a short time. The sun was down, and the shadow of dusk spread over everything.
She covered her chest appropriately, cleaned her face with the finish of her sari and, holding her mom’s hand, got off the truck. She saw that the market was loaded up with individuals and steers. She was stunned. Had the sky arrived here? She hadn’t seen this a very remarkable group even on the days when individuals came to see the chariot. Assuming there were at that point such countless individuals here, the number of additional should be getting through the streets that paving the way to here from each of the four headings! Ponna checked out at everything with an incredible feeling of miracle.
‘Samee,’ Maran said with incredible adoration, ‘may you be honored. Be that as it may, for your assistance, we could never have made it as far as possible with these youngsters. Pavatha herself showed you to us with perfect timing. She has some way or another brought us here. Kindly let me know as to whether you really want any work done. At the point when there is no work at my property manager’s homestead, I will work for you. It is individuals like you that I ought to serve.’ His better half twisted low in respect and said, ‘We will disappear.’
Ponna’s mom fixed a bunch toward the finish of her sari, took out an anna and gave it to Maran’s significant other, who got it in her pallu. They strolled in reverse for a couple of steps prior to leaving. While Maran and his better half were withdrawing, their small kid had been grinning at Ponna. It was a good omen. Ponna had needed to squeeze the youngster’s cheek tenderly. Until the family disappeared into the groups, she continued to check the youngster out. If it’s not too much trouble, favor me with such a beguiling kid, my master, she supplicated. Her dad unfastened the bullocks from their bridle. Bringing them around, attached to the front of the outfit, he tossed some feed for them to pig out on. As haziness got comfortable, fire lights began shining to a great extent on the lookout.
Human countenances became meandering figures of smoke. Her mom opened the food bundle. To Ponna, everything seemed hazy. She saw all that as pictures from a fantasy that was not even hers. 25 Muthu and Kali strolled along the wandering ways and raised limits between the fields. They were encompassed in different sounds — birds choosing the palm trees, the stir of dry leaves in the gentle breeze, the sound of palm fronds grinding against one another.