However she had saved everything prepared for them, they could unexpectedly request that she assist with something. The string-bean dish she had made with sesame and stew powder was still inside. She had cooked a few eggplant and made a sauce dish. Everything was immaculate. She was stressed over the amount of it would be left finished. It generally happened along these lines. They would at first intend to eat significantly subsequent to drinking. In any case, they tumbled down level in the wake of eating only a bit of spot. From an exceptionally youthful age, she had seen this event to numerous men. Her mom was a lot more intelligent than her.
She generally made just 50% of what the men requested that she cook. Katthayi actually hadn’t tracked down the fortitude to do that. Imagine a scenario where it was sufficiently not. How might she respond? Mandayan would give her a whipping with the coconut stem. He could seem to be a little fat bug, however his hands were like whips. Indeed, there will be sufficient nourishment for later. Allow the kids to eat rice for a change. They just got to eat millets and porridge in any case. Assuming she kept the rice pot on top of the water pot and shut it appropriately, it wouldn’t get spoilt. Regardless of whether she killed a chicken and made some sauce the following day, this rice would be sufficient.
She’d nearly inquired as to whether he had kids, when she halted herself. Imagine a scenario where it made him miserable. Subsequent to coming to this woods, she hadn’t prepared this sort of nourishment for any other individual. Muthu resembled a sibling to her; he was a decent man. He came every so often and consistently addressed her sympathetic. She had consented to make this food since it was for him. It was similarly as well, since she didn’t realize Kali also would come. She could hear their discussion obviously. She would have liked to hear something about a youngster. The second she heard Mandayan’s voice, she ventured out with the string-bean dish she had made. There were enough mochai seeds in the bowl. Kali ate a significant piece of the string beans and said, ‘Tastes like digestive tract curry.’ It made Katthayi exceptionally cheerful. ‘Is Ponna akka well?’she asked reluctantly. ‘Well. Is there any good reason why she wouldn’t be? She’s well,’ he said. She didn’t have any idea what else to say. However, feeling that she needed to say something, she said, ‘Will I bring the rice and sauce?’
Ponna used to talk pleasantly to Katthayi. Since she was another spouse when she went to their town, Katthayi was very dumbfounded and could never have endured there in any event, for a year however for Ponna’s help. She asked discreetly that main beneficial things ought to have come upon Ponna akka. It seemed as though Muthu also was drinking gradually that day. The moon cast its light well on where they were sitting. Mandayan topped off the pitchers with drink from the barrel. It had been a very long time since Kali had inebriated coconut drink. Once, Muthu had brought a dried-gourd holder loaded up with the drink. Kali and Ponna were visiting then, at that point.
Muthu brought Kali into the fields. It was the season before the gather, so the millet crops were just about as tall as people. Since it had down-poured well indeed, it was wet and cold among the plants. Muthu strolled into the fields delicately without leaving impressions. It was undeniably challenging for Kali to do likewise. In the millet field, there was a stone enormous enough to construct a dairy cattle nook on. Muthu had fabricated a little hovel on top of it. It seemed to be a hen coop. It was not exceptionally high; one needed to creep to get into it and plunk down. Nobody taking a gander at the field from outside would try and realize there was a cottage in it. He had utilized delicate palm passes on to wind around the cottage with next to no openings on its surface. Thus, he could lie there on stormy days as well. Presently he made a fire outside the cottage utilizing a few dry twigs that didn’t give out a lot of smoke. Then, at that point, he seared a few eggs. That was the last time Kali had any coconut drink.
‘Muthanna, I didn’t have a clue about our Gounder was your brother by marriage,’ said Mandayan. ‘Had I known, I’d have welcomed him some time in the past. It is generally a pleasure to see him drink. It makes me need to continue to pour him more. Most men would drink everything in a swallow and continue to spit to a great extent.’ Muthu snickered, ‘Mandaya! You are alluding to me, aren’t you?’ ‘Gracious, not you, sibling! You don’t keep spitting,’said Mandayan and kept a container of arrack before him. ‘It was fermented yesterday. Attempt it, Gounder.’ ‘Mandaya, do you mix this frequently?’ ‘No, Gounder, in the event that I put away what is left of the drink, I can blend some arrack like clockwork or thereabouts. The Gounder who runs this woods inclines toward just arrack. Likewise, when the Muslim shipper — the person who claims this spot — comes, he generally conveys a jug with him. We are deficient in nothing here, sibling. In the wake of having come here, we are at last bringing in some cash.