C1 Kumarikandam

Kumarikandam

After noon of the month of Chitrai, even though several days had passed, the sun's rule was still decreasing and the heat was very high. So no one was seen walking on the street. The street was wide enough for two elephants to walk at the same time, though not as wide as Raja street. The street was lined with trees on both sides.

They occasionally blew cool air to ease the heat. The birds in the trees chirped as if waiting for that moment. Even though it continued for a few seconds, the sounds of the birds made the space pleasant.

But when he could not notice any of these, a man was coming very fast on a horse. The white horse also ran very fast as if it sensed his urgency. The curly hair on his head and the cane moustache that sprouted from his face confirmed that he couldn't possibly be more than twenty-five. The scars on his hands showed that he had seen many battlefields at a young age.

Mainly the scar on the side of his jaw which accentuated his beauty rather than diminishing it. The dust on his face showed that he had travelled a long way. The sword hanging from his waist showed that he was a great warrior and the blood that flowed from it showed the recent trial of his valour and the victory he had achieved in it.

His horse stopped in front of a house and jumped off it nonchalantly and ran inside the house. What he saw there made him fall down. Mind wanders. There was a woman lying in a pool of blood and all the things in the house were scattered around. There were many footprints on the ground. All of them showed the struggle between that woman and the people who wanted to destroy her. Finally she is giving her life to protect her dignity. Isn't she a Tamil woman who thinks her dignity is greater than her life?

He took his sword and plunged it into her chest and she was dead. He felt and knew everything that happened at a glance. He got up and took the sword from her chest.

Keeping her on his lap, he plunged the same sword into his chest with great speed and died. The sword with the lion's head glittered in his hand. The feelings of the two mingled together in life and death. Through the blood that flowed there….

Aadhi’s eyes were troubled and his mother woke him up by saying, "Hey, aadhi, what are you doing?" Seeing that, his mother said, "Is it the same dream today?" He also said, "Yes, mother." Aadhi has been having the same dream for several months without finding the reason.

But everyone in the house knows this, that's why his mother said, "You don't have anything else to do with that dream, don't worry, leave today and go on a tour from college." Aadhi is the only boy in the house and that too is a favourite boy.

His father is a businessman who runs a big company along with his partner. The two are also friends and their sons Michael and aadhi have been good friends since childhood. There is no shortage of wealth.

Aadhi only problem is this dream and he wakes up with the same dream and tears for half a month. The reason for that is unknown. Today they go on a trip from college. Even today he had the same dream and left with enthusiasm.

All the college friends had planned to go to many cities like Bengaluru and Delhi. A total of 10 days of tourism, this tour is a life time He didn't know it would change. The trip started off well and he had a great time with his friend Michael.

On the first day they went to a museum in Bangalore. There the organizer was explaining each item. Showing a sword, he explained, "boys, this sword is a treasure. It was brought with great difficulty from the island of Kumari, which was completely drowned in the sea. Look at how beautiful the sword is."

Aadhi also curiously looked at it with a lion's head in its grip. When he looked at it, it was the same sword that he saw in his dream. It felt like it was vibrating towards him. Was his dream real with shock? Thinking that the blood from the chest and the pain of the same sword stabbing fainted and Michael who was nearby held him.

The night before the full moon, the moon was brighter than other days. That night the beauty of the forest became more apparent. The light of the moon that flowed between the trees was showing many colour lines.

The overwhelming silence there was frightening. To spoil it, the sound of barking that was sometimes heard added to the fear. Above all was heard the screech of an owl. A white heron ran carelessly through the forest without aiming for any of these.

Just like that, the boy was sitting on it very indifferently. "Veera, the place we need to go is far away and we can reach it only if we travel all night," said the patron, who shook her head as if she understood. And he said, "Aren't you tired?" To which the hostess replied "Not at all".

The next day is full moon. It's a beach shop that soaks in all of it. It is not an ordinary store but a store that sells many pearls. There were many nationalities in it. Egypt, Greece, China, Bali, present-day Indonesia are many nationalities.

The dwarf Chinese, the tall Arabs, the middle-aged Tamils, and the rosy people of Indonesia's heat were curious. What is everyone here for? For the pearl... The pearl of the town is famous all over the world as the name of the town is Muttur. If you show those pearls in sunlight, they will turn like diamonds.

There are pearls that cost from one gold coin to cores of gold coins. The event will be held like Salver festival where palace soldiers and people go fishing to catch pearls. There is only one pearl in an oyster and that is the royal pearl. The largest pearl belongs to the government.

Other pearls will be sold. The festival will be held throughout the year. If this event is a proof of the wealth of the people of that town, on the other hand, it is a proof of bravery. They were newly purchased from Arab Horses for the palace.

The royal soldiers were training them to turn them into obedient servants. Every horse has every colour and every quality. They were built according to their character. Some hosts are on the forelegs, some on the neck.

Many had gathered to witness the sight of the players getting used to them. These are held for a few days in a month. The scene will be a sight to behold. No horse likes humans traveling on top of it. It is valour to subdue them. The heroism of that country was seen there. Thus, Kumari Nadu