THE POSTERS

The sun was gone mad. The temperature reached almost to the boiling degree. The sweat that came from the body seems unstoppable. The peoples in city kumbakonam holding an umbrella to go outside and also for outing purposes. But I barely standing on the road. The peoples used to wear cooling glasses while driving. There were no trees along the road for a shelter from the sun. It was also an Act of Non-Humanitarian.

Ram and Mani walked through the road to the main city named as Nehru colony. It was a clear morning. The time was 10:00 am. The streets were seeming empty, no traffic, no peoples were roaming through the road. But, the Tri-colored flags hung all over the streets like the clothes hung on a rope. The people of India celebrate Independence Day with full of joy and also with lots and lot of events for children. Which conducts in the streets for every August 15th. But today, a reciprocation of all August 15th. Few cars and buses with air conditioner moves here and there.

'what happened to this place?' Mani asked Ram in the scared voice.

Ram turned around for a 360 degree, he felt so doubtful and stay quiet for a moment. After a while, the two boys started their job that they have more respect on that than each another. There were no slaves or workers or something else in this job. Here they are the owners, they are the CEOs.

'Hey Mani… come here and keep my cloth bundle and this fiber bag'

Ram said Mani to keep the fiber bag and walked towards a drain. The nasty smell was hardly hit the nose very badly. The drain looks blackish and filled up with the bottles of wines and plastics bottles and the small beer bottles made up of tin and some plastic bags. Ram covered his nose by a small piece of cloth that he kept at the back-pant pocket. He always uses to keep this like stuffs with him while working with these nasty smells.

'Hey Mani… keep the bag open. I'm going to pick the bottles…'

Mani walked almost nearer to the drain and he started widening the bag for the bottles. Ram slowly entered his right hand into the drain and started picking the bottles from that.

'Ah… Mani… It smells too bad. Hurry…. show me the bag…'

'don't throw like that into it. If it's broken, the stinky water from this will start coming up with dripping.'

'Ok… dear…'

After that, Ram made a long breathe like a non-breather breathing for the first time. He returned his small piece of cloth back to his pant pocket and he asked Mani to keep his cloth bundle for a while. He picked the bag which fulfilled with the bottles. They started walked through the streets. No peoples were visible for them. It was a horrible walk for them.

After crossed a school named Town Higher Secondary School, they entered into the railway station. Not through the gateway of that station, under the bridge rails nearer to the station. They do their job smoothly.

'Hey… Ram… why are you picking up those bottles with this quickness? Are you going somewhere? Or are you going to meet some important persons?' asked Mani with the eyes full of doubts.

To Mani, Ram was looked so different today. He was picking up these trashes quickly, he was doing all the stuffs alone, he was quite different for Mani today. They both looked the railway station with a narrow eye because of the sun. the crowd was less than the other days. A poster that hit the faces of them. That was a huge poster. They removed from the face and looked into that for once. A policeman rushed them, he had a great lathi in his right hand.

'what is going on here… hm… what's inside that bag?' asked the policeman with power and with a stronger voice.

'Nothing sir… only plastic bottles…' said Ram politely.

'Yes… sir…' Mani shown the bag which filled with the bottles they picked up.

'Ah… what a stinky smell. Don't stay here… move…move…' the policeman said that by closing the nose by his left hand.

Ram folded the poster and put it inside the bottle bag while the policeman's quest. They moved from the railway station. By moving to outside, they could saw many posters like that on the walls around them. It was a missing poster.

Ram and Mani wondered about that posters on the wall. They went nearer to that poster and looked closely and wondered with a lot of shocks over their faces.

'Ram… it was that…'

'yes… it is interesting… who want this box? Is this so important for him/her?' asked Ram with a confusion.

'Ok done… we can stop this investigation from now by continue our daily job' said Mani with a rightful sentence.

They started their work by roaming many streets and picking up many plastic bottles from the parks also. The sun was more heavy today. They walked through the naalroad which consists of four roads like a plus shape. Over there, they could saw the total crowd of the city. The peoples from far also visible at that place. The crowd listening someone's speech very sharply and there is no extra sound or noise or Tri-colored flags anymore except the speaker. The road was blocked for the vehicles on that day. The road was covered by the banners from the beginning of that road. Which consists a man's image who looks with a bald and black skin tone, he wore a white and white shirt and dhoti. A dark blue colored piece of cloth with a fire like symbol which was loaded on the end of that piece of cloth.

The banners are loaded with a quote, 'UNGAL MURUGAN' and the other were loaded with a text that explains, 'Murugan welcomes you all my peoples' by entering inside that location there was a weird silence felt with. Behind the stage, the Lamborghini and few Ambassador stood bravely. Near MR. Murugan four black cats were seated back to him with a gun.

Ram and Mani didn't look the banners and didn't read any text on that. They barely entered into that road with that cloth bundle and that bottle bag. Ram listened the speech of that bald.

'The peoples… you are the gifts and blessings from the god. We have achieved only with your support and help. We are the one the city which was raised over the clouds and sky by the innovations and by the culture. All of these stuffs were only by you, my people. I'm very proud to say this in this Independence Day. It feels very brave to me and my members that you have selected a good leader for your city. My services are only for you I promise you from this time.'

'But we have to consider the development of our country too. The nameless device, which is priceless. It was stealed by someone he who know about that device well. He didn't stealed that in the mind of selling it. He wants defeat from our country…'

By saying this, Ram entered his words against the speaker.

'He is not true for us… he has the top detectives and investigators; then why should he want to paste a poster on the walls… he is a fake person… it is drama… the device is not stealed…' Ram shouted aggressively against the speaker. The crowd took a look towards Ram for a second. Two bouncers came closely to them and threw them away from that meeting. The crowd again started listening to that bald.

Ram and Mani get up and picked the bottle bag and the bottles which was scattered over the road here and there.

'Ram… why did you react like that… did you knew him…' Mani asked Ram with a soft voice. But Ram didn't reply to that questions. He walked faster than Mani.

'ok… leave it. Why are you walking with this weird fast? Are you going somewhere? What was that? That you hid from me…' Mani started to throw the quest bombs.

Ram turned with a mixture of shy and smiley face towards Mani. He shown his teeth by smiling and the ends of the mouth stretched until the ears.

'What is this mean for?' Mani watched Ram by up and down.

Ram started to tell the tale that conducted yesterday with a face full of pleasure and happiness.

'yesterday… by evening… I think the time was 4:30pm… I met her…' Ram said that with a wonderful smile over his face.

'who…?'

'she… who sit in front of the kumbeshwaran temple and selling the flowers to the devotees…'

'Oh… I could remember her… the flower girl… malar…'

'Yes… she is…' a kind of struggle visible over his face and his breathe.

'First I barely stand in front of her flower owner's shop and she gave those flowers to the devotees which were readily tied. I watched her every single movement without twinkling my eyes. She rarely saw me by the fine corner of her eye. She was a beauty by natural, I think. A real beauty that I ever seen before. After the end of her session, she was replaced by another girl. She stands at the corner of that road and looking for cross the road to the other side. I went to her, nearly close to her and I started looking opposite direction when she looks at me.

'MR. Ram… should I need to bow to you…' she asked me with such naughty. Yes, she was also a naughtiest girl I had ever seen. I turned to her simply with a smile an unstoppable smile it was.

'How are you malar?' I asked her with a small fear that eating me inside. At that situation I thought that even dragons were the softest creature when compared to the women.

'Hey Ram please Ram… shall we go to that Kumbeshwaran temple for once…' she asked me by hold my hand inside her hand. I couldn't say no, for that act. Who could say no for that kind of act. It's also an act of non-humanitarian.

I bought the flowers from her owner's shop for her. I placed it over her hair. At that moment she turned and smiled against me. It was a heart melting performance. Even a warrior couldn't stay last longer for that performance. I decided that I live for her, and for her that precious smile.

'Ram what are you doing there… come faster… the temple will close within half an hour.' She called me with a careful voice when I stand at that entrance and looked over my feet and smiled myself like a madman. Then I ran to her by giving respect to her words. We walked through the veranda by placing the similar walking steps over the floor. An Oldman with a bushy white beard who sitting at the right-side corner of the veranda by holding a black stick and his forehead was fully filled with sandal and a big rounded vermilion.

'my child… please come and know about your future…' he called me by shaking his black stick against me. The crowd at the veranda turned to me and watched me up to down. It made me uncomfortable.

'Mm... Malar this type of Old men are good frauds. If any people stuck to them, they will remove all of them money and leave them as like as beggars on the road.' By saying this I asked her, 'malar why is you quiet?' by walking forward. But there are no any voices coming from and I suddenly turned back and there was a shock waited for me.

She gave her right hand to that Oldman and sitting in front of him simply. What can I do? Then I too sat in front of him but I didn't show my face to him. I turned my face to the right direction where the entrance located.

'You should be careful my child… there is a great danger is awaiting you… today' Malar laughed at me and turned my face by her soft white hand and looked at my face, she laughed loudly.

'Yes Swamy… I agree that…. A biggest danger is sitting next to me' she laughed by looking my face often. My temper raised above the critical stage. It was a shame to me at that moment because feeling shame in front a sage is nasty for me. It made me so uncomfortable. Then he asked my hand. I hid my hands by holding them back of me. She tried to release those hands and bring them to that Swamy. But she couldn't. she took a sweat look over me. Now she was so closer to me. The eyes…. The visible two heavens…. At that moment I'm not there… I'm started flew over the skies of the seven and swim across that seven oceans of heaven. I named a nick name for her, kayalvizhi. I named her like that because of her charming eyes that killing me for every time. I liked to put forward my poem of her.'

Mind my mighty mind,

Sense my hearty kind,

Put your holy words in your lips,

Let me take it to my world.

'Is you bastard? What the shit are you doing in front my tea shop?' the owner of the tea shop opened his words by seeing them and the bag which contains bottles. Ram placed the bottle bag in front of his tea shop by swimming inside his love story. There was a good reason for his speech. The nasty smell from that bag disturbed the customers who drinking tea from that shop. They started took an aggressive look against them and get up from the chairs and moved to a safe corner from that nasty smell.

'Get out of here… otherwise I will kill you both… bastards…' he shouted at them.

Then they started walking through that road. Ram made the bag to hung on his shoulder.

'Hey Ram… then, what happened?' Mani asked with face full of curiosity.

'then… that sage picked my left hand and stay wondered.

'you are going to be a king to this country and you must be safe from you… because you may accuse for some problems. That won't be an unknown crime, that would be a known crime from you and by you. So be careful my child….'

I was frozen by listening the Oldman's speech. But the laughter that sound from next to me didn't stopped.

'King?... He… ha-ha… Ok… thankyou Swamy… here is your fees…' she gave the sage ten rupees and she asked me to move. I stared at her with my terrific look. 'why did you laugh at me? Am I'm looking ridiculous anymore? Then, why did you laugh at me?' she laughed at me again by in front of face. I raised with a ferocious anger and said to her, 'If you struggle with any problem, I do anything for you even murder as that sage's prediction.' I turned suddenly from her vision. Then she came in front of me with a pearl like tears in her eyes and cheek. Her eyes… an action which I pleaded to the gods to eliminate from my life was done in front of me. She's dropping the tears from her valuable eyes. I couldn't bear that and expect that. My heart too melted like a plastic bag which burning in the fire. I came forward to say sorry about that, 'I LOVE YOU dear' but she put the words before me like an overtaking. I felt like millions and millions of arrows which was loaded with full of love and penetrated through the heart. I didn't know to how to express that feeling. A quite challenging one for me. It is also an act of non-humanitarian.

She smiled at me and a pit that located over the cheeks was a heart hacking software. At that time, I thought that I'm the one who is luckiest person in the world. We came outside from that temple and walking through a street. Laugh was lying in a little while. She hid behind me.

'Malar… what happened to you? What are you doing?'

'My owner of that flower shop…' a kind of fear born in her words. She asked me to not to move.

'where he is?'

'There…' she pointed a man with a muscled body looked ferocious and vulnerable standing inside a flower shop. I asked her, 'another flower shop? How many does he has' she said 10. Oh my god… he is the luckiest man in the world not I'm… a thought struggled inside my head. She asked me to move slowly.

We moved slowly across the flower shop without a caught. We moved far from the flower shop. She looked at me and 'Ram… we could meet tomorrow. As a Saturday, the meeting would be good at Gandhi park. She patched a kiss over my forehead. I closed my eyes while that unforgettable moment.

'At what time?'

'May be 4:00… bye… my love…' she started walking through the road towards her hut.'

'malar…' I called her for once. She came in front of me. 'what's the problem…' she asked like a child with a childish voice. But I set my eyes to point her eyes and I extended my arms and opened my right hand in front of her.

'For me…' she wondered. A sweet smile that scrolled over her lips and cheeks. She wore the locket and opened it. Inside the locket, the images of mine and her was twinkled. A gift for her.

'Thank you my dear… she patched another kiss over my cheek. A promotion.

'Aha… finally we reached…' said Mani. A machine which doing the job by rotating for 360 degree. So many trashes like they bought was rotating into it. A board that was loaded with text which sounds 'Sathish's machines.'

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