She dropped her jawline and immediately plunked down where she could track down a spot. Kali had taken her to observe a few motion pictures. The film Sri Valli had run at Sri Krishna Talkies for a few days. All the town people organized bullock trucks and went in huge gatherings to watch it. ‘Gracious, it is the account of our Pazhani Murugan,’ was what everybody continued to discuss. Her mother by marriage, nonetheless, was not satisfied with the thought. She continued forever: ‘I have never seen a rancher who went to the Chakkili area of town around midnight to watch a play. Furthermore, what I can’t accept is that this young lady also needs to come! As though that wasn’t sufficient, presently they are showing a film, it appears, and these two are going for that!’ Kali said, ‘Amma, shut up. This is a film about our god Pazhani Murugan. Everybody’s going. You come as well, on the off chance that you need.’ ‘Of course!’she snapped snidely. ‘Am I at an age to take a quick trip and see individuals dropping their garments and skipping around? Both of you get lost.’ Kali and Ponna headed out to watch the film. They strolled alongside a group that looked as large as the one that went consistently on Panguni Utthiram conveying kavadis to Pazhani. Ponna didn’t figure out the film a lot, so Kali continued to make sense of it for her from time to time. He was accustomed to accompanying his companions to watch films around evening time. In any case, Ponna had just seen three or four movies, so she experienced issues grasping specific things. She was unable to get a handle on the verses. She felt sluggish inevitably. In any case, regardless of this large number of limitations, they figured out how to watch Sri Valli. She felt that the entertainer Rukmini who played Valli was incredibly gorgeous. Her unsullied face had remained to Ponna. She even contacted her cheek, contemplating whether she could at any point be basically as lovely as Rukmini. Maybe on the off chance that she wore a pullover and gems as she did. As she considered how she’d look with a shirt on, she pulled her sari to appropriately cover her chest. She felt terrible that the comedian had made her the butt of mocking. However at that point she relaxed because of the way that nobody was checking her any more out. It wasn’t long after she plunked down that she understood she had strolled and run a significant distance. Her legs asked for some rest. In the Chakkili quarters of the town, there was dependably a play when there was a sanctuary celebration. In the period of Thai, there was another function, and they had performed plays then as well. Yet, it occurred in the burial ground, so the upper ranks didn’t go for that. For the one that occurred during the sanctuary celebration, the Chakkili public saved a different spot for the Gounders to watch the play from. Ponna had seen numerous such exhibitions. The comedian could make even the most dismal of individuals chuckle. Trusting that she would discover some comfort assuming she let her psyche enter the play, she began focusing. A man, who was not in that frame of mind, to report what was going on with the play in a grandiose discourse: ‘The truth is, the fourteenth day of the celebration is happening easily in Tiruchengode, which is such a paradise on the planet and is so rich with gold, dairy and paddy that the crores of divine creatures and, surprisingly, the three divine beings — Brahma, Vishnu and Shiva — alongside their consorts are thinking about remaining on here! The god and goddess of the slope — who are differently called Ardhanareeswaran, the half-female god, Maadhorubaagan, the person who is one section lady, and Ammaiyappan, the mother-father god — descended from the slope, circumvented the four central avenues in parade, favored different towns with their presence, and today they are going to return to the slope … ‘ The jokester needed to crack this pomposity! He said, ‘This man says the god and goddess meandered around the towns. Yet, would they say they are jobless like you? Any place they meander about, they need to return here in the long run. That is the reason we have this fourteenth day of the celebration. Good, the thing was it you said about Ammaithazhumbu, the chickenpox scar?’ The broadcaster was prepared to deal with this quip on words. ‘Not Ammaithazhumbu, dad. I said Ammaiyappan, the mother-father structure.’ The comedian, who was doing great at this point, answered, ‘Gracious, you mean your mom and your dad? OK. Didn’t you say something different? Something about Madhiyaanasoru, the midday dinner? You were referencing that you and I didn’t have lunch, right? The commentator was exasperated: ‘Ayyo! Not that, dad.’