2023
Sriviliputhur, Virundhunagar
Forest Area.
A man was running as fast as he can from the gunshots made by the country guns as fast as possible inside the forest which had green lushy trees along with cloudy sky.
The man got shot on his shoulder and on his leg. Blood oozed out with no control and soon two men lifted him up wearing a brown shirt and blue lungi.
The men kept the guy inside the trunk of the blue and white painted vintage car which had a rough black mat.
Meanwhile, in a wooden house with a riverbed behind it. An old man probably in his early 70s was near the cooker. The cooker was turned off by the man by turning the knob to zero.
The man put the cooker near the mettalic stainless steel zink and he smelled the rice after taking the cooker lid off.
The men in the car started driving thriough the lushy forest with some plants and shrubs. One of them called Ranbir took his teal Iphone out.
He called someone.
"Hello, annae." (Hello, bro.)
"Haan sollu da." The cooking old man replied. (Tell me.)
"Andha ivory ah thirudunavana kandupudichaachu nae. Nera veetu aanda kootitu varen." (I found the robber who stole the ivory. I will bring him towards your home.)
"Yaaru andha thaayoli?" (Who's that MF?)
"Yaarnu therla nae. Naanga varrom." (I don't know who he is. We will come.)
The old man was found mixing the rice with the reddish gravy which was found with and inside the silver bucket.
"Nalla summa suda suda irukkula, manusha biriyani." He let out his 'characteristic' laugh. (It's so hot, right? The Human Biriyani?)
He saw the blue painted Saregama Carvan radio and let out a small smile while facing the camera. He selected a song named 'Naan Polladhavan.'
He bowed down under a picture of Godess Kottravai's and started dancing with the hot smell running by his nose.
He found his men walking with a man tied up on duct tape on his hands and eyes. They made the man sat down.
The old man wore a brown checked shirt and a blue lungi. The cigar did a backflip on his mouth and the old guy laughed.
"Kanna, ippo nee yenga irukka nu theriyuma?" (Dear, do you know where you are?)
"Yenga irukken naanu?" he asked again to the old man which made the old man angry. (Where am I again?)
"En soothula irukka da kanna." (You're in my ass now.)
Soon, the tape was removed from his eyes and he saw the old man having his dark greyish hair, black glasses and his attire.
"Kanna, naangale kashtapattu verva sindhi yaanai ah kolapanni oru ivory ah thookitu vandha nee enna kanna thirudi vithutu odipolaam nu paakura." The old man pouted. (Dear, after working so hard with the sweat we finally have our hands on the elephant ivory. But you're looking to steal and run away with it.)
"Anne, mannichudunga nae." (Bro, forgive me.)
The old man took the sharpest knife around and stabbed it onto the thighs of the guy which caused blood which came out like a crushed sausage bottle.
"Ketta paiyan da indha Kaali, manippu laam inga oru dashum illa. Naa evlo thadava warning vittrupen." (This Kaali is a bad boy, no forgiveness, no dash. How many times I left a warning.)
The old man turned around the guys who were standing still with their hands tied. He raised one of his eyebrows.
"Dei, gun irukka? Classic Revolver." (Hey, do you have a gun? Classic Revolver.)
Soon, he got the black themed soft revolver with a grip on his hands. He focused on the chest.
"Shoot at the center of the circle." The old man heard a voice within herself. But he stood.
"Inga origin story sollnum, la?" The old guy turned around. (I need to tell the origin story, right?)
Both of them, who were behind him nodded a yes. Then, after a look of the tied up man. The old man shot him from his stomach to the forehead with sheer determination.
What do you expect? Man is trigger happy and actually has a bloodlust. He let out his characteristic laugh this time to a chuckle.
"En peru Kaali. Kaalingan." (My name's Kaali. Kaalingan.)
"Anne sethadhu kapram soldriye nae. Vada pochae." (Brother, you're telling it after the death. The vada has gone.)
Kaali turned around him with a slight pursed lips and shrugged one of his hands. He soon sensed that it's raining outside and opened the brown door to get the air inside.
"Dei Raksha." (Raksha.)
"Innaiku Cannibal special. Human Biriyani." (Today Cannibal Special. Human Biriyani.)
The other guy started to puke. Raksha held his thighs and looked at him.
"Don't do overacting man. It might sound worse but the taste is excellent."
Kaali looked at the guy who was uneasy, blankly, with no emotions. Just blank with his eyes looked like he was reading something.
He kept the plates down and it was neatly washed with the rain outside giving an earthy aura.
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Our hero, Stephen was sleeping on the blue bed with an articulate position and in sheer tiredness too—without doing anything.
"Dei, endhiri da. 12'o clock aachu." (Hey wake up, it's 12.)
"Ma...cheri ma." he turned around slowly. (Ok ma.)
"Adhu..."
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