Twenty years had passed.
Welcome home, with many heartbreaks.
The car that was carrying me dropped me on the banks of Kaveri and took some rest. The city of Kumbakonam called Thirukudantai is boasting the history of many temples in the vast Marutha land
I have come from Germany with my mother and father to write the deed and register the house in my name,did not take
Even though I was born, brought up and studied till college here, I was not allowed to think about workWith the memories of his parents, he came not only to sell the Kaviri bank place but also to stay with his family like wife, son and daughter for a month and meet his relatives.
The house we were staying on the banks of Kaveri was half destroyed and the grass and trees were thick.Had to look for relatives to stay. Periyappa's house was at a walking distance from the shore.
I decided to go and stay there and rang the door bell.
As the grandpa wiped his nose glass when he heard the call,
Whose, oh our Mahadeva,
Alamelu after saying come my child,
He sat on the reclining chair and said happily, "Look who's here." We took a bath and sat down to eat at the dining table. Periyamma said she wanted to see us now. She happily talked about her relatives in the neighboring villages.
It is customary to practice walking a few hours after eating.
I reached Cauvery after two hours.
I looked at the house again and saw it from the top of the bank.The broken stairs below the long seven steps looked like the river water was holding life in its hands like a clear canal,As far as the eye could see, the river was filled with heaps of garbage, torn...