Dreamtime of Minmini-G. G. Murugan aka Siddhartha :: Part 1 ------------1,2
Publication, March 1993

Editorial
Almost four years ago. Mr. Co. Our friends were amazed to see that Murugan (G. Siddhartha) the demonic form inside him sprouted and branched out within a few months. My friend Murugan completely absorbed the subtle vibrations of the music and vibrated along with him. Somewhere through his fingers and brushes, modern paintings took a beautiful shape on the spread sheets in a way that amazing friends could appreciate. His journey was natural in the deep spaces that artists such as Pudumaipitthan, Mouni, Sundara Ramasamy, have spread within themselves. He studied the books and articles in Tamil about organization as if he were re-learning something he had forgotten.
Now he stands in front of the Tamil readers with a rare novel worth studying deeply. His novel is suitable for the name of modernity as it broke itself from the tradition and incorporated new energies within itself. Murugan breaks himself and finds his ancestors, his heritage within himself, and tells the story in virulent language.
The 'old man', who has become a legend in many works, also has a unique charm in his novel. There is no doubt that it is a novel that needs to be read deeply and multifaceted. He also joins the new forces emerging in Tamil. His friends are very happy to publish his novel. We greatly appreciate the support of our readers. A big thank you to Jenniram Press for the beautiful prints.


Tama

 Gnani
123, Kaliswarar Nagar Coimbatore-9 Part 1


"What kind of goblin is in your master's house? How did that man lose his wits? He fell into sin with a girl. How her green hair would have burned! Will the blame go away?" Her grandmother was telling Siddharth the story of his dynasty.

1
A night after the rainy season. Countless fireflies were symbolizing these. They were sitting on plants and grasses and wandering around. The moon was hiding between the clouds. for what The stars were scattered around it. The fire that caused the old man's house to burn did not fall from these stars or miniminis. It fell from the inside of Gangadharak Counten. The old man's house was burnt to ashes. His daughter Mariammal was also burnt in the fire. The old man ran into the house to save her and bring her out. When he opened the door, he saw her burning, clinging to the tree, and came out, trembling like a ghost, and fell. The heavy footsteps of the fire could be heard throughout the house. ,

Some people picked up the fallen old man with burns on his face and legs and laid him in the yard of the opposite house. Some were pouring water from household pots to extinguish the fire. Some women and children were crying. The children's panicked faces were still sleepy. Someone was trying to wake up the old man by splashing water on his face. Everyone was waiting for the fire to die down. The red light of the fire painted irregular scarred waves on their bodies.''

The fire that was spreading on the roof was still burning. The wind was not strong so it burned calmly. The giant darkness was sitting around and chilling. The bamboo burst and laughed as if the fire was mocking the impotence of those genas.

The shophouse on the street is an old man's house. The house next to it stood as a small wall so the fire did not spread. Fire caught in their dreams while the city was fast asleep. They woke up startled. The yelling and confusion was increasing little by little and they were developing an atmosphere of hostility towards each other. Their clothes were in disarray as they ran outside. The children ran behind them screaming. Dogs ran here and there and barked at this rush of people. Some domestic dogs ran away with their masters.

People came from all over the inhabited streets to see the noise of the commotion and the horrible appearance of the fire. By the time they all arrived, the entire roof of the house was engulfed in flames. There are only three streets in the slum. All the Gentiles have gathered there. The fire was burning the house despite all their strength, and they threw the water they had caught in the gutters. After drinking all the water, the fire started to burn even more fiercely, and the bamboos belched loudly.



Gangadhara was running along the way. Only the light of the fire and the shadows of the trees followed him. He was relieved that no men had come. He ran restlessly in the dark, leaving his feet in the mud of the fields and in the rat-nets. Breathing.

His misfortune of falling into another fault to destroy one fault began to hit him. He ran towards his cowshed in the garden. The voices of the slum dwellers still listening in the distance added to his fear. He fell on the rope bed. He pressed both hands on his chest. Chest heaving as if heart bursts out and falls. The legs were still throbbing. He closed his eyes and tried to relax.

Mariammal spat on Gangadharan. When she ran away telling her father that she would take his honor, he hit her on the head saying, 'We laid hands on this Saniya'.

That old man!

Gangatharan was nervous. The old man does not like seeing Gangadharan. He asks questions without hesitation.

'Ae Mari, Ae Nillume' he shouted. She left Karupang Kolai and went out.

The * old man' would have gone to the market today. Cattle Brokerage. . He will come to the page in the middle of the night. If the matter reaches his ears, he jumps like a little bunny, and tomorrow the whole village will pour milk for the counten's house and perform a ritual. Everything will go upside down.

'The result should not be like that. Tomorrow should not dawn for the old man'

Gangadharan did not go to his house at night. He stayed in the shed. did not eat He was sitting on a rope bed. He smoked a cigar in his hand. Mind fluttered. 'Nothing should happen'
Instead of smoke he inhaled fire and smoked. Outside the shed, sparklers were trying to paint the sky on the ground.. Frogs screamed inside Gangadharan's head. He threw away the end of the cigar he had burned in his hand. -

Ki Shavan's house was engulfed in flames.

Gangadhara tried to fall asleep like this. Can you? How to sleep The forest of Mariammal, which had been standing tall for a long time, was pushing Gangatharan. Until this day, she was riding as a horse that could not be controlled by him, today she burned her forest in the fire.

The bundle swung on the shoulder of the old man returning from the market. He kept it in pieces. He brokered four Jati cows. Don't get excited? 'Pulna Ondia will wait'

He saw it only when he returned to the street corner. The firelight behind the house lit up the branches of the drumstick tree in the garden. He ran down the street shouting 'Aayyyo'. The winding bundle on the shoulder fell somewhere. The old man's weak legs did not know where this power came from. Mariammal's cry rose from the burning house.

When sleep engulfed Gangadhara, he saw Mariammal's naked body. She was lying on the mat. Both of her large breasts bulged towards the ceiling. The walls of the room were bathed in yellow light.

The old man was lying on the bird. Both of his eyes flashed blue like the eyes of a cat. He watched unblinkingly as he walked down. Gangadharan also takes off his clothes and sits next to her. Sadness flowed in her eyes. He presses down on her body. Her stiff body was a challenge to his frenzy. He moves his hand on her stomach. His body trembles. There is no hole. Just a pile of flesh. It shoots his fingers. Bathing is disgusting. He pinches her nipple with his thick lips. The straw sticks to his lips. He spits. It ignores it. Long also plucks the nipple from his labia. His lips are torn and his tongue is bleeding. The smell of burning hair pierces his nostrils. From Paran. The old man jumps down. Gangadhar looks up at him and trembles. The old man's eyebrows and beard, glowing in the yellow light, make him panic. The old man did not take his eyes off him. The smell of vagina spreads throughout the room. He tries to get up from her gasping for breath. One of her emaciated hands grips her hair. Then he realized that death had overtaken him. She also came clinging to him as he stood up. He pushed her with both his hands. She didn't fall. The old man smiled. He pushed her with only his strong hands. Her body fell against the wall. The old man did not take his eyes off him. The smell of vagina spreads throughout the room. He tries to get up from her gasping for breath. One of her emaciated hands grips her hair. Then he realized that death had overtaken him. She also came clinging to him as he stood up. He pushed her with both his hands. She didn't fall. The old man smiled. He pushed her with only his strong hands. Her body fell against the wall. The old man did not take his eyes off him. The smell of vagina spreads throughout the room. He tries to get up from her gasping for breath. One of her emaciated hands grips her hair. Then he realized that death had overtaken him. She also came clinging to him as he stood up. He pushed her with both his hands. She didn't fall. The old man smiled. He pushed her with only his strong hands. Her body fell against the wall. The old man smiled. He pushed her with only his strong hands. Her body fell against the wall. The old man smiled. He pushed her with only his strong hands. Her body fell against the wall.

The old man opens the door and goes out. The awning is burning the street. Gangadhara follows him. Both of them are walking on a deserted street. Crows are sitting all over the tamarind trees that lead the way. Only one tamarind tree was cut on the way. The upper part of the underwood gave him the character of the altar. On top of that is a long knife. The old man stood near it and took the knife in his hand. Raw steaks were clinging to the pedestal. He thought that it would incessantly bring death upon him. 'Put your head on it,' said the old man. Ivan rejected it and let the old man know by his haste that he would not be humbled. Anger flashed on the old man's face. He took the long scythe from his hand and threw it. Gangadharan's head fell on the pedestal and rolled. Yellow liquid oozed from the cut part of the fetus and throbbed downwards. Gangadharan's head froze as he looked at his Pinda. The old man took the knife and threw it towards the sky and walked away.

A giant crow sat on the pedestal and pecked Gangadhara's head.

The next night. The old man was sitting under a tree, sleepy; It was oscillating between unreachable sorrows. He thought he wanted to know about it. When he stood up and walked on his wobbly legs, the gap became impassable. He stood tired. It was his door. He was standing in front of his burnt house. He saw a burning portrait of his daughter on the charred and charred walls. Within those walls is his daughter. The old man wondered where she would be without her in the places where she lived. He went inside. Ashes stuck to his feet. He entered through the doorway where the door was ajar. There were charred trenches scattered black. Even the black areas sparkled in the moonlight. It is now a wreck. She is in the wreckage. Has she lived here all this time? The old man's body shook in grief. He sat down holding his head. He cried for a while. The coolness of the night and the moonlight quickly comforted him. He put his right hand on the ground and looked. There was heat within the ashes. He collapsed on the floor. She felt her presence in the warmth of the floor. He waited for her arrival—for some sound from her—a laugh, or the sound of her crouching, or the sound of her screaming as she burned in the fire. She came as soon as he caught hold of the thread of sleep. She was wearing a skirt and scarf. She had put mayflower flowers on the chicken. He sat down holding his head. He cried for a while. The coolness of the night and the moonlight quickly comforted him. He put his right hand on the ground and looked. There was heat within the ashes. He collapsed on the floor. She felt her presence in the warmth of the floor. He waited for her arrival—for some sound from her—a laugh, or the sound of her crouching, or the sound of her screaming as she burned in the fire. She came as soon as he caught hold of the thread of sleep. She was wearing a skirt and scarf. She had put mayflower flowers on the chicken. He sat down holding his head. He cried for a while. The coolness of the night and the moonlight quickly comforted him. He put his right hand on the ground and looked. There was heat within the ashes. He collapsed on the floor. She felt her presence in the warmth of the floor. He waited for her arrival—for some sound from her—a laugh, or the sound of her crouching, or the sound of her screaming as she burned in the fire. She came as soon as he caught hold of the thread of sleep. She was wearing a skirt and scarf. She had put mayflower flowers on the chicken. He collapsed on the floor. She felt her presence in the warmth of the floor. He waited for her arrival—for some sound from her—a laugh, or the sound of her crouching, or the sound of her screaming as she burned in the fire. She came as soon as he caught hold of the thread of sleep. She was wearing a skirt and scarf. She had put mayflower flowers on the chicken. He collapsed on the floor. She felt her presence in the warmth of the floor. He waited for her arrival—for some sound from her—a laugh, or the sound of her crouching, or the sound of her screaming as she burned in the fire. She came as soon as he caught hold of the thread of sleep. She was wearing a skirt and scarf. She had put mayflower flowers on the chicken.

The old man confronts her in a hall. She was like a butterfly among the pillars. The old man embraces her eagerly.

* Where did you go when you left me alone' asks the old man, and

she angrily says 'I went to the forest. Wherever you look, there are flowers.'

'You must not go back. If I am not alone'

she clasped his limp hands: 'I will send fireflies for you sir. Be there too. I want to go back' and she ran away from his hands.

'Mari Nillumma' shouted the old man. She disappeared into the pillars of the hall. The old man stood up defiantly.

Sparkles were crawling over his mental body. Some were flying around him. His daughter's gift for him made him agitated. To him without whom the minnows beckoned through their light. It is thought that they should have arisen as scattered light at the point of darkness and sorrow. 'Okay, I'll come with you,' he said. They all got up and gathered together and flew forward. The old man went on with it. They took him towards the forest. Walking is not difficult for him. Now his body is light as air. He also threw his hands in the air and seemed to fly with sparklers. He felt his black body slowly begin to glow. He knew that they had brought him into the forest. There he learned from them the luminaries themselves. He used to kiss the leaves. He learned about the forest by listening to the stories of the fireflies. They said they were having light dreams. The stories are said to visit the dark parts of history. They let the old man know that their reasoning was black. They knew everything about him. The old man learned to live with the minnows. During the day he slept in the shade of the Mayflower trees and at night he wandered the forest with the minnows.

2

Four block house. It stretched to this street and to the next. This is the original home of the antique count. Gangatharakaunton had left this house and twenty acres of land at the foot of the hill to his three children. Pudupalayam panchayat consisted of seven small villages. This house is the court for all problems happening in the town. Anticount's ancestors used to administer justice here. Antik Counton was sitting leaning on a pad that spread out like Gangatharak Counton's broad thigh.

"Andi Batalathon Marumavale! The flood crow is flying above. Kartika Deepatu Kutharamadiri Nera Verachikittu Parai, who did not see this miracle"

On her head was a basket of food. She takes food to her husband who was working in the robbery. Name is Rukmani. Counten called and stopped. twisting his mouth.

"Uncle's eye problem is the same as Madhavam's" she stretched out and hummed.

"What are you doing like this? I'm telling you, look up," he said with a smile.

"Mama, I have a job," she said, "I'm going to be naughty at this age."

Suppanna stood holding the lantern pole.. He hesitated.

"What's up Achi"

"He's working as a sub for Redier."

Anticounten's face was bleeding.

Andicountan and Ranga.Reddy are contesting against each other in the presidential election.

Andicountan's elder son Govindaswamy works for Rangarettiar. It sizzled like lead poured into Counten's stomach. Now Anticount's influence in the town is waning. If Govindaswamy joins Redtiyar's support, Counton will take the soil.

"I know this Natheru Pulaya passage very well," he called out angrily, "Day Kona." Everyone called Suppanna by her caste name.

"Tell me, counter," he said. Humility was visible in his body.

"It's okay if my property is lost. Let's look at one of the two"

Amma Bachamma, are you in Ood?''

"Otherwise, mother, go to Oot today and wait for tomorrow; there will be some dispute in Oot."

How many Odukali have you read for Odukali? Achi Moochinna Aunga ran away to Attawood. How does he fit in? Being in a Pombala Naminji family would be responsible. God bless these donkeys. Yes, did you

 see it when you got  settled?"

"Let Aang come, things will happen only when the former comes." You go to Kotay. Tanni kamichi bandage for cow"

"Saringa"

Suppanna left.

' We have two points and two ways of reading. One thing is to say that the village is Othan Devidia Oodla Okantukitu Kujalam. It's an uncontrollable swing. Everything is a gift I have bought' he patted his thigh.

Nandan was smoking ganja, occasionally reviving the extinguished pipe with the help of a match between his toes. Each suction had to be ignited anew.

Kuppammal, his Dharmapathi said, ``Evanya has waited so much.''

He had bought new clothes only yesterday, and the roof was scared because of the election season. He had progressed economically to the extent that he could stay on the couch twenty-four hours a day. Nandan. After two years of marriage, no child was born. They waited for God to open their eyes. Mannupparayan was a stranger to this slum. The soil had an influence on the great houses. The Cherijanas obeyed his words. One day, while holding a bottle of liquor, he dropped the skull. A wife and a child were left alone. Nandan was twenty years old when his grandfather died. Like his father, he survived by building big houses. Govindaswamy became a priest. Rediyar gave him enough money to get rid of the slum jnas. Govindaswamy had come.

Govindaswamy reached there asking, "Is Nandan there?" Kuppammal put down the dishes and ran inside.

The counter had left before I came." He said, "Why

is that

?"

Govindaswamy put five rupees in his pocket and handed it to Nandan. When he came out, he was wearing a shirt and holding a bottle in his hand.

Govindaswamy took out a Lakshmi beedi and started smoking it. Kuppammal was still inside. After a while Nandan returned with the goods. He handed the bottle and the mixer packet to Govindaswamy. He put down the mixer packet and opened the bottle and drank half of it and said, 'Inda'.

"Don't" A strange smile bloomed on Nandan's face.

"Eh...?"

"Smoke the smoke," he said.
"Ok ok" he said, drank the rest and opened the mixer packet with both hands and put it in his mouth. He said to the rest, "Shut up at Inda's house and leave."

After a while they both left.

They walked on .
Nandan said, "The old man has told Konark to come home. "Yes, this old man is asking for a position. Who asked this person to vote in the election after taking a deep loan so that he could not be plowed in the field. "Everything is done by Thadipasanga," he said, "Let the evil go away." Both of them turned around the street and walked towards Kudiyanath Street.

Rangareddy won the election. But no one considered this a victory for Reddyar. They said it was the victory of the son against the father. The victory procession started in a bullock cart. Govindaswamy was garlanded in the cart. Ranga Reddy was standing next to him with an astonished smile. The town was lit up with music and fireworks. The noise grew louder as the procession passed Anticount's house. Half the crowd was swaying in a drunken stupor. Anticount was at home. He tried to chew on the defeat. Below him sat his wife, suffering.

Govindaswamy's neck was covered with many garlands. His face flickered in Petramax's light. Nandan came swinging happily in front of the cart. The volunteers cheered. They were ecstatic that justice had prevailed.

Anticount was walking around the field like a kitten. His mouth 'gave incessantly.

'Reddy dog, play the game. After this feeding, it also joined and went to the pitunna. Let's see how long he will give you a hug.'

Cows tied in the barn were looking at Counten in amazement. The dog lay paralyzed without doing all this. 'This is the only one who does not know this David's Bethel.'

Suppanna was returning to Kotai with a kalpan on his head.

One of the roosters had two heads up. He came tired in the sun.

Subpanna is often shirtless. He puts on his shirt only when he goes to town after work in the evening. He sleeps in the shed at night. Breakfast and lunch will come from the count's house.

His mind was twisted. Suppanna got scared today. In a little while Anticountan's colleagues Muthu and Gopalsamy will arrive. Counton beats Subpanna when he gets drunk.

Muthu and Gopalsamy are associates of Counton. Muthu Perundhiyan. Half of Anticount's strength is his. Anticount was fifteen years old when Gangadhar went to heaven, he was the eldest. He had two boys and no girls below him. As Antikauntan was not of age, the title of county went to his stepfather Rangakauntan. Rangan did not take off his crown even after marrying Anticountan and giving birth to a child
.
They broke into his house and beat him up.

"Now I have to see even Siddappa who came to Samachara in a Tapa village. Manual cutting and cleaning van. Jack's

The warning that was given worked.

The reign fell into the hands of Anticount. Muthu was the one who supported all this. Kendavan Gopalsamy joined in the middle.

• Minister! Does it rain three times a month in the country?' He is good at telling stories one by two to the question. All our modern storytellers would have to throw their bag of worms and run away before his story-telling skills. Thus the authority of the two ministers Sahitam Antikaunton was flagged. But today, the story took a perverse twist.

The sky was beginning to darken: the birds were returning to their nests as usual. As usual the western sky was moving towards deep red. Suppanna was cooking curry with bricks in the oven. The dog was standing next to Suppanna with its paws fluttering and stroking the smell of the curry. Moaning incessantly, the curry broth simmered in the pan. Antic Counten was lying on a rope bed, thinking about something. Subpanna only talks to him when he has some work to do. Otherwise the Count does not seem to have thought about him.

No one in Subpanna's lineage had seen such slave labor. They had a herd of goats and at least a hundred items were in their bar. When he was a boy, he used to roam around in the forest with his father. They drive herds of goats from town to town and return to Patti. Landlords will give them food for three days. They have goat saddle and gomiya. They are nutritious for the soil. Every now and then they drive the goats and go to pasture. At dusk the herds return to the paddy. As the goats come in the distance, the goats in the hut near the barn start shouting "May May". The small goats and the big goats all make the same sound. They feed the cubs. Two or three domestic goats go to pasture in one herd.

Suppanna's father Periyasamikonan caught the goddess Dur. Having lost the sheep to disease and price, he fell into bed. He also tied up one of his girls at that time, the wife got measles and left. He also left Subpanna helpless.

Suppanna did not like the company of goats. He wandered hither and thither and finally clung to the Anticount.

Now he has become a teenager. The desire to marry has come. He felt that he was left helpless. Caunton has not said anything about his marriage till this day. The thought of female pleasure was consuming his attention. He fantasized and enjoyed the women who came to work on the count's land. When the bull runs over the cow and the dogs get stuck in the snares, he begins to understand the justification for his frustration. The night, and his solitude, have become suitable for the approaching and disturbing of the angels of love. One night his hunger for flesh drove him down from human status to cow. When he went to the rear of the lying cow and stroked it, it sprang up and trampled on his leg. He was groaning in pain for a week.

The garden next door is Kannan's. He has a daughter. Name is Kamatshi. She cast a loving glance at him. He was stumbling. How to match? She is countachi. If the Count finds out, he will cut it and keep it in Pongal. However, the mind was strengthened.

It caused him great grief that he was cooking chicken for this count when he should have been old enough to cook.


eAs soon as the two colleagues arrived, they joined. All three looked dejected. All the previous excitement had flown away. Muthu and Gopalsamy act maturely to share Counten's grief. They drank it after pouring it. The chicken went in without a hitch. Suppanna did things like taking them, pouring them, etc. without saying a word. When the intoxication took over, Counten lashed out. Both tried to pacify him. Also about native evils of Rangarettiar family. Word also began to swell of Counten's dynastic glory. The Count's eyes were red. Both of them turned their talk back to the important direction.

Muthu said, "Give me that dish.

 " His mouth fell open.

Muthu said: 'Don't worry about anything. If the position comes to him, he will not be able to leave the city. "What is he afraid of?"

The pot and pan are empty. Both said goodbye and left. Counton lay down on the bed. The dog picked up the bone they had gnawed on and was biting it fiercely. Suppanna poured the curry he had taken separately into an old bowl and ate it.
Siddhartha's grandmother said,

"Why did you sleep?" She used to tell Siddhartha his native stories.

"You're the one who stopped swinging"

"Then what's up big?" he whined.

Siddhartha wrapped it well and stuck the pachammal to it.

'Don't you want to go to school tomorrow?''

Munu is on leave for the next day, Parima.

Then it's school on Monday

.

"What's wrong? Let's drink one cup and two cups. Reddiara kudu kudu. That person didn't wake up for a month."

Poliskaranga varle"

"At least the police are soil. You can't keep time inside the town. Town control is like that"

Siddhartha was happy. He hugged Periyamma and put one leg on her.

"Then Perimma..." sleep tugged at his eyes.

"You sleep. I will tell you the rest of the story tomorrow," she said.

.Okay...'' came the line.

He just fell asleep.
The movie will start in two days. The awning has already begun to flap. All the wage earners in the land said that they should leave on time and go home early. Their black bodies began to sweat profusely. By noon the village looked tired. The trees were bare. But neem trees alone do not know where this excitement comes from. It's always fun and cool. It was produced on a day when all the birds were sitting in the trees and resting peacefully.

It gave new energy to the tired village women and men. It was convenient to remember interesting old stories and to invent new ones. Men and women gathered here and there and whispered the hidden secrets of the matter. Is it such a big deal?

A boy runs away with a girl. That is, Suppanna ran away with Kamakshi. No. A Conan runs off with a schoolgirl.
Are they gone?

Those who ran or walked; The thing is, it is perverse. That and Anticounten's rule, isn't it unfair that such iniquity is happening in the village of Kolech?

When this matter reached the count, he was shocked. Some refused to believe.

Everyone referred to Subpanna as 'the Count's servant'.

This matter was turning Antikaunton, "The fat man, was he a schoolgirl who dragged and drove away, he ate salt in our food and spoiled us." Like a policeman, he does not wander around after he is in the middle of nowhere.''

'Where is that donkey? The world will pass away'

With the Count's permission, a group of five left. Govindaswamy was also included in that group.

They searched all the surrounding villages inquiring where Suppanna's relatives were.

Where will they go?

Subpanna will know what the world is like. Want to know in the wild, but can you live there?

They got it on the second day. Everyone was getting angry at the two days of violence. Everyone went to beat Subpanna.

Govindaswamy stopped. He made them realize that our job is to take it to the panchayat. Kamakshi says I will not come. She said that if she comes, her father will cut it off. Govindaswamy said that he will see to it that nothing happens.

Antecedents. This is the name of the village where they were hiding. It was a Conan's house. Subpanna's distant relative. They gathered both of them and entered the town through the forest.

Don't you know why it was called Mu Nnur Mangalam Kannu"
'This is a subplot

"Tell me big"

"Many years ago there was a man named Bhima.

Odambu is too big for him

. He will eat a lot, and he will destroy Varlanna town with cart after cart of rice flour from all over the town. In the same manner, he sent three hundred wagons of rice from this town to Colombo. So three hundred carts were built and they took the food that was around them and they went to see the three hundred in awe. He was terribly hungry and came crawling to the palm tree with his mouth wide open. He took all the carts and filled them.

"Sir! Have you swallowed all the seers?"

"Yes... will the mother swallow the man's clothes? He will not eat ghee and pulses and grow a calf." "

Then"

"That's it. From that, the town came to be known as Munnur 'Mangalam'. Does your brother-in-law have a shop in West Street? It is also the ancestral auspiciousness"

Vannan said that the panchayat would be held at Kaunton's house at night and informed the village officials through thoti.

Govindaswamy took both of them safely to his house.

Subpanna was panicking about what the panchayat was going to decide. The stolen marriage ended differently. A new yellow rope hung around Kamatshi's neck.

He knew it would only make the problem worse. All that was certain was that Counten would treat himself mercilessly. No one will come to intercede for him.

Shouldn't this have been done? She asked for the thousandth time.

If they had not gone together, they would have married. Only marriage is left. Everything is already over.

Kamakshi was two months premature. If not, more disaster will develop. Will he have the courage to leave her alone? She was the one who came up with this idea. It is brought here and stopped. He sent a mental petition to Etummalayan asking that everything should go smoothly.

Govindaswamy's wife Pachammal was sad to see them. Seeing the eyes of both of them ringed, she made food and brought it. They didn't eat. They were silent as if they had lost their speech. The woman bent down and did not stand up.

A mob has gathered in front of the house. Especially women. Children with them. Some felt sorry for them. Others spoke to condemn their arrogance. They cursed him that this crooked boy had taken away the girl he knew nothing about. Although the children did not fully understand, they only knew that they had some importance and looked down at the socks of the adults.

Their shadow darkened the house. The room was lit only by light coming through a small window facing the garden. Both were bound by the darkness as shadows: Suppanna was looking through the window at the banyan tree; Some of the crows and sparrows sat down and rested.

There is a miracle here, don't go,'' Pachammal chased the boys away. It froze the adults standing there but they didn't move. They were exchanging their words as if he had not asked her to go.


... Suppanna chases the herd of sheep. The sound of goats sounds like a terrible howl. There was panic in the sheep's eyes. They must have imagined that they were being chased by a fierce beast, and the goats running wildly through the harvested fields. No matter how much Subpanak Konan chased, he could not turn the herd, only his feet were buried in the mud. They went down the river and reached that bank. When he stirred the sand and water, he himself was frightened. Subpanna was still on this shore. He has never seen goats run this fast.

They were still infuriating him. The burning forest is on that bank. Everywhere thorn bushes have swallowed up the goats. It devoured corpses and grew into a giant. He climbed the hill in search of sheep. It started to grow into an even bigger mound. He gathered all his strength and climbed the hill. On reaching the summit, a vast expanse of sand greeted him? There is a new burial mound. New garlands were placed on it. Suppanna's father Periya Samikonan was sitting on the mound. Kona was hanging on his shoulder. His beard, mustache and eyebrows were gray with age. The old man's gaze was fixed on the sky. Suppanna ran and held the old man's legs together. The old man stooped uneasily and stroked his head affectionately. Suppanna cried.

"Don't cry, let's go home. Did your grandmother grow wild yams for you?" said the old man.

"I am Varlayya. I have work" to the old man. He sat a little further away.

"It's all over, what's wrong?"

Suppanna stood up. He has a sword in his hand

. You go home'' he said angrily.

 The old man smiled.

"He is the one who is buried inside," he said, pointing to the pile of corpses. Suppanna took the gadaparai and started punching the mound. Blood gushed from the puncture. He punched until his hand rested. When he stopped stabbing and stood up, the old man was lying on the ground in a pool of blood and Govindaswamy was running from the cover of the bush. In his hand is a long-handled scythe used to slaughter the lamb - the goats curled around Suppanna as he tried to chase him. He tried to drive away the goats. All the goats were motionless and cooked like stone. A single squeal ran away and knocked Suppanna. Blood gushed from Subpanna's mouth. Suppanna was built in the pandal. Couldn't move. Kida was knocking. Antikaunton is sitting in the paddock and smiling. They drag Kamakshi naked. 'I'm a bully. She shouts, 'Don't sit down'...

Suppanna wakes up feeling sick. When I opened my eyes the sky was still dark. . Kamakshi and the others were missing, and the oak tree trunks crunched beneath his emaciated body. The shirt he was wearing was bleeding and sticking to his chest. He struggled to move his limbs. When he opened his eyes again, the tangled branches and leaves of the yeti tree faded into view. Yesterday
He struggled to recall what had happened. Everything was like a dream. Interweaving each other formlessly.

Where will Kamakshi be?

She may kill herself. How horrible is that? How much she loved herself! He tried to recall her guileless face. Again memory escaped: again he was dragged into fear and lay unconscious.

The story that Chammal was telling Siddhartha melted his heart.

 "Is Subpanna dead or not?"

'He is dead. As soon as the awning was up, Odambu got a little chilly. He staggered and went through the forest. That is where Tirumalaikonan is. Periyasamykonan is his ally. Put food there for him. Apply medicine to the wound. Odambu Terivanduchi. But that Kamakshi girl in it died of suffocation."

"Oh, then"

"Hearing what happened, he tied a stone and jumped into the pond."

"Are both of them dead?"
Yes ...'' |

"Everything is because of our grandfather," said Siddharth.

"What did that man do? You fat donkey behaved like that"

"Suppannada's spirit is not hammered in that dignity"

Whatever it is. you sleep If you don't think about all that, you will have a bad dream,'' said Bachammal.

Her mind was heavy. The scene of Suppanna and Kamakshi sitting crying that day appeared before her like a painting.
Both fell asleep.

3
It took a long time for Govindaswamy, who had gone abroad, to return home. Bachammal kept Meena Kutti, a neighbor's baby, as a companion.

The priest knocked on the door.
A voice called 'Pachamma Pachamma' got up and she went and opened the door. She was shocked. Govindaswamy had also brought a puppet. She didn't say anything. She fell on the bed again. Her body shook. Govindaswamy took Vandala to the inner room and left her and came out. He sat beside Pachamma and put his hand on her.

"Look here," he grabbed the shoulder and turned it around. His face was wet.

"I saw it at the bus stand. She was standing like an orphan. Purusan asked. There is no one to own. What will Pombala Taniya do? I have gathered that it will be okay. Let's arrange something and send it''