Once, Uncle Nallupayyan accompanied an enormous dish that was half filled with chicken meat. The meat had been cooked in its juices and broiled well. He likewise had a jug of arrack with him. That was when Kali had a ton of work in the fields. He had labored for four days and had put out all the raagi to dry. Crafted by getting the field free from ragi stems was going on. While he permitted others to pick the grains, he wouldn’t let any other individual cut the stem. Assuming that he began promptly toward the beginning of the day when the fog actually waited, he could complete the process of dealing with over a portion of a section of land before the sun hit his temple. When the grains were picked, why did it make a difference in the event that the field represented seven days with simply the stems? Be that as it may, Kali wouldn’t have it. He would try and cut them around evening time, assuming there was moonlight. Ponna didn’t endorse this.
There were dependably rodents in a raagi field, and snakes came to get the rodents. Why risk anything around evening time? Kali had been extremely glad to see that Uncle Nallupayyan had come bringing that dining experience. He had come with flawless timing, since Kali was extremely drained after everything. He drank the arrack and took chomps of the meat. It was a decent chicken dish that had been made by adding a perfectly measured proportion of green stew. ‘Uncle, seems as though you have figured out how to make amazing chicken sauce and broil it!’said Kali. ‘Gracious, I can’t do such things,’said Uncle. ‘I can’t stand by in one spot in any event, for a brief period. Then where am I going to have the persistence to cook and sear? My siblings’ spouses present to me these things.’ And he chuckled, adding, ‘You continue to say we want a successor to what abundance we save, isn’t that right? Be that as it may, what’s the utilization of having a kid?
Indeed, even those guardians who have four or five kids have been passed on to deal with themselves. They all bite the dust alone. In any case, I won’t pass on like that. It couldn’t be any more obvious, when you have kids, it is the implicit comprehension that they will acquire anything that you abandon. Yet, for my situation, nobody understands how I will manage my stuff, where it will go. So everybody stumbles over one another needing to deal with me. A few days ago, I expressed, only for it, that since I didn’t have the foggiest idea who planned to deal with me, I was wanting to discount my property to the Sengottayan and Pavatha sanctuaries and afterward go to pass on in some religious community some place. From that point forward, I am sent a major piece of whatever is cooked in my siblings’ homes! Today, they made meat in the two houses, and the ranch kid and I was unable to complete the process of eating everything. So I brought it here figuring you could like it.’ Apparently, Uncle Nallupayyan’s sisters by marriage were competing with each other to deal with him.
They were spoiling him: ‘Is the meat enough, maama?’ or ‘Will I bring you more sauce?’ ‘Everything comes to where I am sitting,’ Uncle proceeded. ‘I don’t need to move anyplace. Do individuals who have kids get treated along these lines? Simply relax. Later on, you will definitely stand out as well.’ Saying this, he encouraged Kali. Whenever he was conversing with Uncle Nallupayyan, Kali failed to remember the aggravation of being childless and tracked down a fervor about existence. He even felt persuaded having children was great not.
Yet, extremely soon some other little matter would come to the front, bother him, revive his longing for a kid and chuckle at his situation. Kali felt that whatever amount of Uncle Nallupayyan excused it, his situation was not extraordinary by the same token. Uncle could have met a few ladies on the lookout. He could have partaken in the delights of sex a few times. This was fine on the off chance that it was only on occasion. Yet, wasn’t it miserable assuming the canine needed to dunk its tongue in the cows’ water pot each time it felt hungry? For example, might Uncle Nallupayyan at any point have at any point encountered the sort of late-night ask that Kali was encountering now, the one moved by considerations of Ponna’s body? The number of sorts of urges that he had felt since morning!