The old lady sat on the rocking chair, holding the heavy volume. She read slowly under her breath, rocking slowly to the rhythm, occasionally looking up, as if in wistful thought. Just then, the door opened, and they entered amidst loud and animated conversation, oblivious to the old lady's presence.
'Joe, you really need to get a hold on yourself. What good is getting worked up gonna do?', Stan sounded exasperated. 'Its just a game. And junior league at that.'
Anna came to Joe's side, 'But Rags really batted pretty well last season. The coach said so himself.'
'I just gotta give it to this coach. If anyone should be benched, its him,' the normally calm Joe was pretty worked up.
The old lady looked up. She had had enough. She put down the Gita, and removed her glasses.
ஏண்டா, உங்க எல்லாருக்கும் நல்ல சாமி பேரும், எங்க அப்பாபேரும் வெச்சோம், அதபோயி இப்படி கொச்சப்படுத்தி “Joe” வும் “Stan” ம் “Rags” ம் “Anna” வும் !
இது உங்களுக்கே நல்லா இருக்கா ? அழகா அன்னபூரணி, ராகவன், ஜோதிலிங்கம், ஸ்தாநுமூர்த்தின்னு வாய் நெறய கூப்பிடுங்கோ. போற வழிக்கு புண்ணியத்த தேடிக்குங்கோ. கர்மம் கர்மம். சிவ சிவ.
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