While it was not difficult to deal with most positions, it was very much a test removing cash out of the Gounders. However, they anticipated that you should pour drink at whatever point they came. Taking everything into account, it must be safeguarded well and sold when the costs were great. At times it would require even a year to see any benefit. One way or another, it was drink that sold without any problem. So there was in every case some rivalry. Pazhani Mooppan’s better half begun making hints and reviling.
She spread bits of gossip connecting Katthayi with every one of her clients. ‘Do you suppose she simply sells drink as I do? No! She charms the men. That is the reason these colleagues go to her smiling from one ear to another.’ ‘She brings her clients into the hovel. Who can say for sure what she shows them there?’ ‘On the off chance that she goes aside and eliminates her sari, milk overflows from her bosoms. Mine are dry and wilted. Who will come for these?’
How long might Katthayi at any point bear these affronts? Since she was a new, youthful lady of the hour, she was not outfitted with words to fight back with. In any case, Pazhani Mooppan’s better half had no issue releasing vulgarisms. Katthayi felt that it was smarter to kick the bucket than to need to endure tolerating this. Her eyes blushed in light of crying consistently. Mandayan was not the fierce sort. Additionally, assuming somebody came to battle with you, you could contend it out. Yet, assuming they inferred, implied and expressed things to a great extent, how is it that one could answer that? Nonetheless, it didn’t mean they could overlook her, considering her the canine that yelped at the sun. Mosakkounder regularly visited Mandayan’s shop and remained till late around evening time drinking. Pazhani Mooppan’s better half, the demoness, went to the Gounder’s significant other and said, ‘Katthayi is being kept by your better half. In any case, for what reason is he there in the Sanar’s place till 12 PM?’
The Gounder’s significant other accompanied a broomstick to attack Katthayi. Mandayan and Katthayi deserted the trees when they were ready with new drink, and left the town. Kali could do nothing. How is it that he could answer somebody who didn’t participate in direct battle yet gone after by defaming and knocking? Additionally, assuming Kali interceded, the lady could express, ‘Check this out! The weak one has come to battle!’ as a matter of fact, Kali heard the thing she said about him: ‘This feeble man has brought her from some place.
At the point when his own better half is a dry land, how is he going to manage this new one?’ He felt such fury that he needed to drag that coarse and ignoble lady by her hair and give her a whipping. However, Ponna was firm. She said, ‘We should not get into this battle between the Sanars. They think one thing when they move up, and another when they move down. Be cautious.’ After all that time, Mandayan was extremely eager to see Kali. He had two minuscule youngsters. Kali couldn’t take his eyes off them. He murmured. What was the utilization of being so all around fabricated and sufficiently able to wreck four men in a single blow? Mandayan was fat and short.
What of it? He had fathered two youngsters. Maybe his body was essentially as capable as his hands. The youngsters looked as gorgeous as models. ‘Is our Gounder connected with you?’ Mandayan asked Muthu. ‘Related? Hello, Mandaya! Ponna is my own sister!’ Muthu snickered. ‘Some way or another, we never got to know that. Any other way, we might have brought the Gounder here quite a while in the past and provided him with a sample of the coconut drink.’ according to Muthu’s plan, they had steamed mochai peas and rice. Mandayan had coconut drink as well as arrack absorbed coconut drink to offer. Kali said, ‘I will have the drink first.’ He was at that point lamenting the way that he had missed tasting the fish that would be accessible close to the sanctuary slope, now that the celebration was coming to a nearby.
The moon had begun to climb the skies. 27 The commercial center was loaded with fire lights. In the brilliance of those blazes, the light from the little lights that hung under the trucks seemed quieted. Her mom chose to open the pressed food, realizing that it would require a long investment to stroll around the roads and afterward return. Ponna was not ravenous; all she felt was a fixing of her stomach, yet she ate anything that her mom put on her plate. Whenever her mom pressed nourishment for only a couple of days, she added onions. It had an unmistakably magnificent taste. Be that as it may, at this moment Ponna couldn’t taste anything. Her dad chose not to go into the market. ‘I have seen it for such countless years,’ he said. ‘
‘Who needs to walk all the distance now? It tires my legs. Both of you go. I will watch the vehicle.