Regardless of the number of individuals that accompanied lemons, their lemons were surrounded around the individual who played Seeralan and offered in return. Ladies who got a lemon in their laps were honored with kids. Ponna too got a lemon in her lap. She did that each time the Punnadayan story was sung in the town. However, nothing occurred. Indeed, it is just from those whom he has favored with a kid that the Lord can request such a contribution. What might you ask, goodness Lord, from the people who don’t have kids? She needed to leave from that point. 32 at that point, somebody came and sat scouring against her. In her mind, she attempted to arrange the idea of that brush. In any case, she proved unable. Was this her god? She looked gradually at the one who was scouring and pushing down on her right shoulder. She saw an energetic face with a slender mustache. His eyes gazed straight into hers. She believed she had seen those eyes some place, yet she was unable to recall where and when. She shut her eyes and looked through her brain. By then he had plunked down serenely, clustering against her, and was attempting to lay his face on her shoulder. She was unable to choose whether to permit it or not, yet she realized she needed to decide before it continued any further. She moved her body tenderly and proposed her objection. However, she did it in a way that didn’t mean dismissal by the same token. It made her miracle when she had become so astute. Maybe she had forever been so. Maybe it was tracking down articulation just at this point. Kali was skilled at perusing the subtleties of her developments. Regardless of whether he detected a slight dismissal, he would move away right away. At those times, it would turn out to be exceptionally difficult for her to get him intrigued once more. She snapped her head to quit thinking about Kali, and his picture retreated and disappeared. She turned and looked. The eyes and the face she saw bumped a memory — it was like an electrical jolt moved quickly over her face, and briefly she assumed she remembered him. However, it was not him; just a resemblance. Ponna grew up when she was fourteen. Also, the face that had been to her then was Sakthi’s. He had been a goatherd in their ranch for a long time, and she had grown up playing with him. Afterward, when she was a young lady, his had been the essence of her fantasies and her creative mind. At the point when it was concluded that Kali would wed her, she had battled a great deal to supplant Sakthi in her psyche with Kali. Anything she began envisioning with Kali to her would wind up with Sakthi’s face being essential for the dream. For quite a while, she even swayed between the two countenances. Yet, after the wedding, Sakthi’s face gradually disappeared and over the long run she even failed to remember him totally. However, once more, here it was, thus near her. Out of nowhere, she concluded she didn’t need him. She moved away a bit and stayed away from the closeness. Yet, his weighty moan drifted in the air and annoyed her. At the point when she pivoted, his eyes were begging her, and his arms were loosened up towards her. She wanted to chuckle, however she showed him a furious face, shook her head in refusal, and turned her back to him. How effectively he requested what he needed even in the center of such a group! It flabbergasted her that she could lead a whole discussion with him without anybody taking note. It was really at that time that she became aware of her environmental elements. She glanced around and dropped her head timidly. In front of an audience, Siruthondar had entered in a dance development and was presenting himself. It seemed to be the dance execution could really be great. She looked towards the man through the side of her eye. He wasn’t there. She figured she would leave as well. In any case, that could give him that she had come out searching for him. It very well may be great to leave sooner or later. The things this god did! He recovered a neglected face from the profundities of her heart and set it before her. Was it her memorable discipline that face for eternity? ‘Kindly show up with another face, one I am not comfortable with,’she asked. Had she acquired his rage in the wake of having dismissed two of the divine beings? Is this a horde of divine beings as well? Might it be said that he is watching me? It seemed as though there was a way driving out toward each path; there were divine beings meandering all over. ‘Come to me with a structure I like,’she continued to supplicate. She went past the Omkali sanctuary and arrived at the west chariot road. There was a wide space at the crossing point with the north chariot road. Hearing some clearly whistling from that point, she strolled that way.