He strolled with her along the north chariot road. She chose to allow him to lead. En route were shops selling puttu spread out on bins layered with white fabric. There were little groups to a great extent. His lips touched her ears when they said, ‘Will we eat puttu?’ A male voice trickling want and inebriation. She didn’t actually think. She gestured. He peeped into each store, however didn’t stop at any. At long last, he halted at a shop that was mostly down the road and got hot puttu on a leaf plate covered with dry leaves sewed together. There were four bits of puttu with sauce as an afterthought. However she figured she probably won’t have the option to eat so a lot, she didn’t reject. He brought his plate and ate remaining close to her. She enjoyed the manner in which he painstakingly picked the puttu in the wake of thinking about a few shops. It fulfilled her to imagine that he would have picked her the same way. She took some puttu and put it on his plate, however she was too timid to even consider gazing toward this face. ‘Why? Enough as of now?’ he said. ‘If it’s not too much trouble, talk some more,’she argued to her. With a man, that was the means by which she generally felt — as he didn’t talk enough. You believe that your darling should converse with you relentless. She was eating, her head bowed low, when he said, ‘Selvi, look here.’ When she looked into in shock, pondering who Selvi was, he brought a modest bunch of puttu near her lips. She let him feed her. ‘He has given me another name so nobody around here gets dubious.’ She found this cunning exceptionally appealing. He kept on taking care of her without a second thought. However, her timidity came in the method of her longing to respond. As though that’s what he detected, he said, ‘Well,’ and, bowing near her, held her hand and carried it to his lips. She took care of him without turning upward. At the point when they began strolling once more, she in a real sense adhered to him. She didn’t have the foggiest idea about the way, and she had no clue of individuals around her. ‘He is my god. My responsibility is to go where he takes me,’ was all she could think. Like a downpour doused chicken, she clustered in his glow. It gave the idea that he was benefiting her away from the groups and the commotion. 33 Kali awakened at the very same time he was utilized to for taking care of the cows consistently, however he was unable to rise as a result of an overwhelming discombobulation. He set down for somewhat longer, throwing his head from one side to another. The covered mat he was lying on made crunching sounds under his head. At the point when he stayed up with some trouble, he could see everything plainly in the twilight. The acknowledgment about where he was and in what conditions occurred to him with a sharp aggravation. Out of nowhere, a thundering breeze entered the coconut forest and pushed the fronds around. They made an extraordinary commotion and it appeared to be that they were beating their chests. Briefly, Kali experienced extraordinary trepidation. He was utilized to the sound of palm fronds stirring in the breeze. They’d seem as though they were grasping their hands to their chests. In any case, this was whenever he first was seeing how the coconut fronds spread their arms out and cried in alarm. Gradually, the breeze subsided. Outside the hovel, Muthu and Mandayan were lying on mats that were confronting various bearings. All that extraordinary breeze never really upset their rest. At the point when Kali become inebriated and dropped, Muthu had been very steady, which was uncommon. Typically, it was Muthu who swallowed down his liquor like water and went level very soon. How could everything change that evening? Maybe Kali had zero control over the fervor at seeing coconut drink and arrack. In any case, he had been cheerful. He had not intended to go through the night here, yet everything wound up working out like that. Perhaps Muthu was accustomed to coming here, becoming inebriated and lying around. To that end he said nothing. Kali checked the sky out. He was unable to track down the moon, however its light fell persistently through the holes in the forest. He got up and cleaned up with the water in the pot. His breath smelled and his spit tasted foul. So he spat it out and flushed his mouth. He eliminated his dhoti, which was coming unraveled in any case, and cleaned his face with it. Then, at that point, he fixed his undergarment and wore the dhoti over it. His towel was found under Muthu’s resting body. He attempted to pull it free, however he needed to move Muthu a little to get it out. Then he sat on the mat. He didn’t have the foggiest idea what to do. He was unable to nod off once more. He never could rest once he awakened when the cows should have been taken care of.