“Thank God Thaksha wasn’t around,” said Keerthi as she slumped on the mat in exhaustion.
“A head shouldn’t be afraid of his son nor love him too much,” I replied sitting on my mat.
Although it was called a village, it looked more like a hamlet or a colony to me. When we explained that we came to visit the holy shrine, Devarajan permitted us to stay at Siddharth’s place. Siddharth told us we were lucky that Taksha wasn’t in the vicinity at that time, or else we would’ve been denied permission to stay here. And just like the couple who came here last month, we would also have to simply go back. We were given a room and mats to sleep on. By the time I lay down on my mat, Keerthi had already fallen asleep. Siddharth would probably wake us up at dinner time.
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