Children are also brought.  They do not allow their children to play freely outside.  He does not let himself play alone for a long time.  Sundaram doubted who she had come with.  He asked Achirumi, "Who has come with you?" No one came. She said without hesitation that I had come.

"Aren't you afraid?" The little girl said, "What is fear?" The little girl looked at him in surprise.  " You have come alone, " will not father and mother look for you?  Won't you be angry?  Sundaram inquired.  I don't know what dad will do.  It has been many years since I saw my father.  Mother will not make me angry.  She said quietly that I will go home before mom searches. 
 

The idea that this is a miraculous child was strengthened for him.  "Where is your house?" he asked.  On the side she pointed to was an entertainment club for big men.  It cannot be her home.  A little away from it is a small house.  A small tiled house is a building with few rooms.  Sundaram's mind used to wish that this small house could be my abode whenever he saw it.  It will remain locked forever.  Where does this little girl and her mother live?  How long have you been in that house and how many days?  he asked.

It's been four days.  "Let's stay here for now," she said. Immediately, as if suddenly thinking, she announced, "I will go soon." She jumped up and ran away. He watched her go towards the house.  he thought. After that whenever Sundaram strolled that way he could always meet Achirumi: her name was also Usha.

Usha is a beautiful name. As bright as the dawn, lively and full of life is this child. The golden light of the dawn shines in its eyes. It sparkles in its laughter;  Its shape is like a ray of light; He was the one who spoke poetry like this. Usha increased his surprise at every meeting; she was always seen alone; Sada appeared with a smiling face; her small mouth was always a fountain of lively words.  

Usha is very fond of flowers.  Wandering around and collecting more and more of the golden flowers of the Avarjan plants was something that made her happy.  Her favorite are the pink bougainvillea flowers that flutter and hang from hanging plants over the outer walls of some of the bungalows;  Red flowers added to her happiness.  She picked them up and played with them.  Which flower is your favorite?  Usha asked Sundaram one day.  I like all the flowers, he said.