Meanwhile, nambiapullai lived in his own world in this world. This consisted of eating at 12 at night, presiding at Saiva Siddhantam temple in eve, not caring about shirt top buttons being open or torn to shreds, keeping forehead marked with thick Chandan paste, smilingly handing over a handbag with flowers and banana and Kumkum to whomsoever he meets on the way and feels like, with a polite smile...
.., and when Amma reminisced that the Amburni pond (Amburni is her village - "where the arrow pierced earth for lord Ram to drink water" - they studied together and know each other for at least 70 years) had a garden or nandavanam in those days, and that is where they, as kids, picked flowers for Siva pujai, he would pause and then comfortably add " like mullai, thalambhu, kadambam" in a quiet voice...his hair fluttering in the dry arids desert land of Amburni.
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