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Valavan, for once, didn't run.
Good to his promise, he had stayed in Karuvur for the past four days. He regretted not asking which date it was when Alli had come, though.
Well, he supposed that he could always walk up to anyone walking on the road or even that kind lady who had fed him all these days and ask for the date, but he didn't really want to talk with anyone, even for a trivial thing like asking for the date.
So, he started counting after the day Alli left.
He smiled to himself at the thought of her. Of how she had made that thick skull of his see reason.
Right, he also needed to ask her how she managed to find him when they met again.
If they met again, that is. He smiled to himself, shaking his head.
No, when they met again.
He leaned back against the same banyan tree he had the day Alli had come and titled his head up, letting the morning sunlight soak his face. He had come to quite develop an attachment towards this tree, his fondness for it growing so much that he refused to leave its cooling shade unless it was absolutely necessary.
After all, this was the tree that gave him company when he completely let go once Alli was gone, bearing witness to the heart-wrenching sobs that racked his body.
He had cried one last time.
He cried for the gaping void his parents' death had left in him. He knew that it would never be filled.
He cried for his uncle's betrayal.
Lastly, he cried for himself, for how he ran away without a second thought, for the fact that he couldn't save them, that he couldn't even get to see them one last time or get to perform their funeral rites.
Then, he let his grief go.
Instead of the grief, however, he felt anger course through his body. He welcomed it with both arms though, as anger was what he needed to feel then, not grief.
With these thoughts in mind, he had bathed in the nearby pond. Despite the unclean dhoti he wore back, he felt cleansed. His heart felt light after days.
His parents were gone, but not him. He would remain back and ensure that their funeral rites was the last right that he had to give up.
He would ensure that justice would prevail back in Urayur.
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