Father of Anjali

Bangalore rains in August each. It landed on the roof of that little restaurant with the speed of a hammer. The nameboard 'White Horse' glowed with the help of an electric light amidst torrential rain. I do not remember seeing such heavy rain in Tamil Nadu in August. But in December, as if pumped from a bucket, Oradi will pour Chennai and make Chennai float like a paper ship. In the evenings in Bangalore, this rain seemed to clean up the city. Her blonde face was red with cold. She applied lip balm to dry orange lips. Her disheveled hair fell like a waterfall and spread across her shoulders. Every inch of her five-foot-seven-inch body shivered with cold. Though she wants to enjoy it, she can't for now. Her restaurant in the area is a haven for people who thought they could escape the wet weather and find refuge in the cold. Customers who slowly began to withdraw began to wait in line without even having a place to stand for a while, She does not have a very popular restaurant. Chats and Dipon only offer the item for now. It is also meant to satisfy a wide variety of people. Foods like sandwiches, pani puri, bale puri without any specific definition, itli, dosa types for our type of food lovers, easy dishes like kharabat, kesarpat. Good coffee, tea, juices. That's her shop. Some people have had to drive like this for years. Not biting the hand for now. There is also income for her expenses and workers' salaries. Become a little more famous and expand if you want. And the seats that were laid out on both sides in nice dark red. And seats with swivel chairs, such as a breakfast bar that was driven into the wall. Taste her across the wall She also looked proudly at the reflected ballet dance paintings. Every square foot of this little restaurant was set to her liking. She bought the restaurant with the help of a real estate company after seeing an ad in the newspaper a year ago. She speculated that the restaurant, which was located a short distance from Sharjah Road, away from the hustle and bustle of Bangalore, might be the reason for the sale. The reason she bought the restaurant was because, even though it was not in the city center, there were some companies and colleges near the restaurant. It had some apartments for working people and students to stay in. They need a place with a good atmosphere for their family to come and eat. She hoped she could give it to herself easily. The money that came after his father's death was enough to buy this restaurant. She did not like to go anywhere else after his death. Staying in your hometown is not pleasant either. That's why she came so far and hid. Maya, in her distant sister's style, is also an important reason for that. With her help from Bangalore, they renovated and modernized the old restaurant and named it 'White Horse'. After she finished her studies, she went to work for Kishor with the help of her father. He thought of her as a passage to work and to life. He wanted to marry her. Which eventually led to the death of her father. After that, she never seemed to want to go to work for anyone. She is still reeling from her father's untimely death. She has changed since then, as if she had absorbed all of her power. Neither Kishor's imprisonment or the punishment he received was enough for her mind. As if even a mammoth was not enough to digest the changes that had revolutionized her life in a few months. Men can easily control the emotional pile of womanhood by love or power.Bring and leave. No longer going to be dependent on any one male. Just who. What is happening to him? Why was my father killed? How Kishore, who was confident enough to give a girl, became Eman to him. So many 'whys' like this. Who will answer all this? Even a few incidents that happen in the meantime together make her mind monotonously confused. She had little money when she bought the White Horse. Five lakh pieces fell beyond the bank loan, savings and insurance money received from the loss of the father. Can't reach anywhere and can't reach out to anyone. If you do not want to sell the house and flip the money, then you have to leave it as it is and go the way it came. "No Maya can leave" he said wearily. Religion. "Madam, build five lakhs from your office. If you come to the register office now, the formalities can be completed," she said when the phone rang from the person who had completed the deal. She has been breaking her head up to this moment as to who made the money by saying her name. The truth is that she didn’t even get a clue. Despite trying to hide in this small restaurant and inflict heartache, she could not escape the clutches of her father's memories. Her father's name was Dhanasekar. She is so proud of her knowledge of the appearance of a father of good height, with a majestic physique, silvery hair, and personality. She herself was a dwarf, with a pot belly, but would have been just as loving. To Anjali, who lost her mother at birth, the father loves to plunder. Their house is in Nilangarai, Chennai. There was an old lady who did the housework and took care of her. She and her father were the only ones left after the woman's death. He also spends his free time with his daughter. A woman by the name of Thai was not at home, so he raised her as if he knew her. Horseback riding, mountaineering, fishing. They lived by creating a world within themselves that was captivating, cinematic. The areas where they often go hiking are Nagalapuram and Tada. When she hears her father's voice saying "Trekking Polama Tribute", she jumps up and picks up the necessary food and gets ready. The difficulty of that path is not even known when talking about many things with the father. It was her father who made the ten-kilometer trek and mountaineering easier. They embarked on such a journey after her marriage ended. That was their last trip. It was nice when it started with the usual lively laughter. But after a while, her father's face looked pale. "Anjali, we will leave this place immediately. Kaman Quick ..." he said. "Meals ..." "Nothing. Anjali ... I will not ask any questions, no matter what my father says, for a while. ObeyIt's good for a lot of people not to walk, "he said patiently. She left without speaking again. She could do nothing but regret seeing the lines of thought and worry on his face after that. No matter how many times she insisted. "Is that all there is to it ... this is the concern of all fathers who want to marry a woman," he muttered. But it did not even cross her mind to say that he himself had stopped the marriage and that was why Kishore had shot him. 'Ennachuppa mother ... You have to decide everything with my consent. Why not even tell Enkitte to stop the marriage? Is there any answer to the innumerable questions that are on Kishorkitta's mind?