Page 12 - E- magazine No 2.1

The sun peeped down from the eastern sky in the same place without any delay. There danced a light breeze.
The branches of the trees nodded left and right welcoming the day break.

The crows flapped their wings and flew high. They cried „craw, craw, and craw‟.

Muthu Chami, the farmer woke up and tended his buffalos and cows. He gave them alfalfa and oats.

His wife milked the cows. Its calf ran up and down. Along with the wind, there spread the smell of mud and cow dung.

“It‟s already late, take the milk to the tea shop”, she said to him showing an aluminium canister. He nodded and said
nothing. He was brushing his teeth with a thin stick of a neem tree. His wife looked at him when he rode the bicycle
hanging the canister in its handle.

It was not morning yet. The road was wet and slippery. There was water in its pits. Suddenly the front wheel of the
cycle ran into a large pit. He lost his control and fell down. A huge tripper lorry came fast from behind and ran over
him.

The muddy water soaked him. The tripper didn‟t stop. Many people crowded there. Muthu Chami was hospitalised. The
next day, the village witnessed a funeral procession with wet eyes.