She was parched. Was it her psyche’s thirst that was peeping out through her tongue? On the west road, there were four or five automated water pandals. Anybody could grab the water. She drank some and sprinkled some virus water all over. She felt invigorated. She looked at the sanctuary down the incline. In the twilight, its pinnacle looked taller. At the point when she arrived at the jam-packed city intersection, meanwhile imploring to her, she saw a group of Oyilattam artists performing there. There were north of twenty of them; they all wore yellow headbands and grasped long red surges of material and moved in mood to the drums. She thoroughly searched in surprise at how, when they made four strides as one and turned around unexpectedly, the few bits of shaded fabric that waved in the air erupted and settled like snakes flying in the air with their tongues out. She knew all about the dance. This was the very dance that was performed on every one of the nine days of the Mariamman sanctuary celebration. Young people prepared in summer with an educator. Likewise, in light of the fact that it was finished in the sanctuary, it was called Koyilattam. It began with a sluggish development of the hands and feet, yet it slowly acquired speed and arrived at a crescendo. Also, as the dance developed quicker, the whistles became stronger. At times, the presentation opened with a tune and each dance was rotated with a melody. In any case, this dance appeared to be unique, maybe due to the varieties that had been added to it. At the point when she heard the whistles, she was alongside herself, applauding and hopping in upbeat chuckling. It appeared as though she could try and join the artists. Its excellence, when they moved to the front and turned around, was extreme to such an extent that it folded itself over everything nearby. Taking a gander at the artists, she contemplated whether men were truly such lovely animals. She felt a wild desire to run and embrace them. She hopped and nearly fell on the young lady remaining close to her. In any case, the young lady didn’t misunderstand it; she recently chuckled. ‘I don’t see ladies performing anywhere,’she said in a blabber-mouthy tone. It seemed as though she also would have jumped at the chance to go along with them. Ponna gave her a well disposed grin. At the point when she felt something contacting her ear cartilage, she arrived at back and cleaned herself. It felt like somebody was blowing tenderly on her scruff. She pivoted and saw a couple of eyes to her side. She realized it was the hint of these eyes that had annoyed her. Those eyes punctured the shine of the consuming lights, and contacted and prodded her. The collapsed dhoti and the towel that was around his neck and fell over his chest made him seem as though nobody she knew. His hair had been brushed recklessly, and it appeared as though he had not even begun shaving. It seemed obvious her that this was her god. His eyes grinned. His lips also were separated in a long-lasting smile. In a great, dreary game, his eyes moved towards the dance just to unexpectedly turn around to her. She took a gander at that want filled face. Then, at that point, she shut her eyes and took a stab at holding it in her psyche. Be that as it may, it got away. She could recall the eyes, the lips and the head independently, however she was unable to assemble them. Is there any valid reason why it wouldn’t remain to her? It was not normal for whatever other face that had remained on in her psyche. It was never simple for another face to make its place in a rack of countenances. ‘This is the manner by which I anticipated that you should be, god,’she thought. Then his eyelashes were brought down and eyebrows were skewed. She comprehended that he believed she should leave with him. She was overwhelmed with modesty. At the point when she recollected that Kali time and again talked along these lines — in signs — her brain quit for the day. She was always unable to keep Kali to the side. In twelve years, he had continuously scratched himself on each crease of her heart. Nobody could do anything to him. She would track him down. She could remember him as anybody. She wanted to shout at this picture, begging him not to help her to remember Kali. On the off chance that she addressed him in signs, he would answer like Kali as well. She realized she needed to leave from that point and reach a point where they could talk in words. At the point when she arose, separating her direction through the group assembled around the Oyilattam company, he also came and held hands with her. She was astounded that he read her brain so rapidly. She felt that simply a little shift of the body was enough for a man to grasp a lady. The grasp of his hand was encouraging.