The raft lay on the wet beach sand. Dasan quickly untied the ropes that had been tied to the net and the umbilical cord. He and Silver came down from the fish hump tree. The crowd standing around jumped on Umal. Vincent was the first to put his hand inside Umal, picked up a fish fry and ran towards the seller.
Another skinny, slender old man lifted a large. muddy. His sunken eyes gleamed. Just like the one who drank s right away He bit his tongue. Michael grabbed the big fish that an old woman had taken, put it back in the umbilical cord and pushed the old woman away. Swearing at the bad words, he came around the umlaut and pushed the free fishermen away. Now the merchants gathered around the fish. Shrimp has become an invaluable commodity due to foreign exports.
The vans of the major export companies in Kochi, Ernakulam and Alappuzha were diverted to inaccessible coastal accelerators. Educated youths in the town became brokers who bought fish for these company vans and these agents threw money ashore for fishermen fishing in the sea for fish. Michael's son Ruben was one of the agents who threw the money. An educated young man, he had no interest in his father's maritime business. Wearing an expensive foreign lungi and a pleated shirt, he wandered the beach as a broker. An assistant to him - Kamalesa. He had a constricted snout, a slender body, and looked like a gut-wrenching swordfish. He is also a tenth grader.
Put one hand on the other's shoulder. The two came closer to the fish, choking as the whistling crowd sang. The excitement on Ruben's face disappeared when he saw Bhoothanathan standing there. A kind of ache spread in his eyes. Bhoothanathan is the biggest businessman in the area. Agent of the largest Alappuzha company. Hometown Trivandrum. Yet for ten years his life was mostly on this shore. Adi went on to become a beachgoer. Pendant under the large thong He turns out to be a local when he wears a tie and pulls up the collar of an unbuttoned half-sleeve shirt and pulls his eyes narrow. Sometimes he would even hang a cross around his thick red neck. But when Ruben saw him, he was bitter. Beyond him he could not do business there. The price is what he set.
He is the one who inspires the match, intoxicates the opponent, retreats at the convenient time, and keeps the opponent in the dust when someone breaks the match. Bhoothanathan looked at Ruben and groaned sadly as he scratched his shiny head with the bald redness of the wemp in the sun and wind. Leaving the lowered lungi slightly, he leaned over the fish. He put a lot of shrimp in his hand and came up with a second idea in an attempt to determine its quality. Then he looked at Ruben with a stealthy smile. "Is it enough to get up to a kilo?" He asked like a mischievous apron. Ruben did not answer. He looked at his father with one eye with caution. Michael was very angry. He asked mockingly. "Shrimp are worth more - that's the high quality. Weight is high Bhutanathan acted as if he was scared. The next moment his indifferent laughter was heard everywhere on the beach.
