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  Perumal Murugan

  ONE PART WOMAN

  Translated from the Tamil by Aniruddhan Vasudevan

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  Contents

  G A P P A A .ORG

  ONE

  TWO

  THREE

  FOUR

  FIVE

  SIX

  SEVEN

  EIGHT

  NINE

  TEN

  ELEVEN

  TWELVE

  THIRTEEN

  FOURTEEN

  FIFTEEN

  SIXTEEN

  SEVENTEEN

  EIGHTEEN

  NINETEEN

  TWENTY

  TWENTY-ONE

  TWENTY-TWO

  TWENTY-THREE

  TWENTY-FOUR

  TWENTY-FIVE

  TWENTY-SIX

  TWENTY-SEVEN

  TWENTY-EIGHT

  TWENTY-NINE

  THIRTY

  THIRTY-ONE

  THIRTY-TWO

  THIRTY-THREE

  THIRTY-FOUR

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  ONE

  The portia tree was dense with foliage. If you looked closely, you could see the yellow trumpet-like flowers with their flared mouths, and the drooping, fading red ones with their inviting smiles. Portia flowers always grow more beautiful as they fade. Kali leapt up and plucked one. He never could resist the desire to possess what attracted him. The leaves came ripped, but the flower was intact. Settling down on the cot, he smelled the flower. It had a mild fragrance, that too when held close to the nose. He felt he should have left it on the tree. The sight of the flower on the tree was more beautiful than its scent.

  He ran his eyes over the tree. It was he who had planted it there, in the front yard of his father-in-law’s home. Before that, whenever he had visited this house, the sight of the bare front yard had hurt his eyes relentlessly. This forced him to remain indoors until the sun went down, and because of his presence, the womenfolk could not carry on their private chatter. So he spoke to his brother-in-law about it.

  ‘Wouldn’t it be good to have a tree here?’

  ‘They refuse to have one. They say they need the sun to dry groundnuts and corn. Why don’t you try talking to my father?’

  Kali didn’t do anything at the time. However, on his next visit, he brought along a stalk. On the way, he only smiled when Ponnayi said, ‘Why are you lugging this along, maama?’ She gave him an affectionate punch on his cheek and said, ‘You hardly say anything. All I get is that bewitching smile!’

  It had been just three months into their marriage, and they refused to stay away from each other even for a little while. They couldn’t even resist constantly looking at each other’s faces. But that day, when he visited his father-in-law’s place, he didn’t enter the house. He grabbed a rake and a spade and got started on his work immediately. He found a place to plant the stalk, a spot where it could grow without hindrances and be able to spread its branches in all directions. Even when it was just a stalk, Kali’s mind could see the tree it would grow into one day. He could see how it would look ten, twenty years later.

  He had got this stalk from the portia tree in his cattle enclosure back home. No one knew when that other tree had been planted. The gigantic spread of that tree was etched in his mind, and he hoped this one too would grow the same way. He imagined how the front yard would look when the tree spread its branches over it. Even while planting it, he focused on the pleasure of being able to lie in its cool shade some day. No one objected to the new son-in-law’s fancies.

  Even before the cow-dung bandage at the end of the stalk dried, shoots started sprouting. There was now an obligation to protect the tree that the son-in-law had planted. Afraid that she would forget to water the tree amidst all her chores, his mother-in-law started washing dishes right under the tree. She also kept a big pot of water there for people to wash their hands and feet when they came back from somewhere. So the space under the tree was always wet. And whenever Kali visited, that was the first spot he went to, making note of the tree’s growth.

  ‘Your son-in-law comes here only to make sure we’re taking good care of his dowry!’

  His father-in-law’s teasing became a regular feature. The tree was called ‘the son-in-law’s dowry’. Just as he was never called by his name, neither was his tree. In just one year, it grew so tall that one could stand to full height under the new branches. After all, it had come from another tree that had withstood the vagaries of time. The next year, there were flowers. And then fruits.

  Twelve years went by in a flash; the tree kept growing and spreading every year. Now ten cots could lie in its shade. It didn’t shed much, but when it did, his mother-in-law would complain, ‘This is an endless task—this sweeping, cleaning and taking care of my son-in-law’s dowry!’ His father-in-law delighted at the sight of the compost pits getting filled with the tree’s leaves. The tree gave as much manure as a cow did, and it was definitely enough for one enclosure. What the son-in-law had given them was certainly a gift!

  In the past two years or so, when Kali did not visit, the arms of the tree stretched towards the sky. Only when a tree is small can you notice its growth. When it is bigger, it continues to grow, but imperceptibly. Kali, however, could always size up a tree. For instance, he could now see that they had trimmed a branch that had outgrown the yard and started reaching into the house. It looked like a deformed body part. They must have done it to get some sun to dry something. But he stood looking at the tree’s wound for a while.

  Since he had not visited for two years, Ponnayi had not either. But this year, her brother, Muthu, had especially come to invite them. He arrived on the very first day of the festival in Tiruchengode, the day when the flag was hoisted and the festivities began. He was adamant that they should come this year. Kali could not refuse. So he sent Ponnayi on the day the chariot was taken out in procession. But his plan was to go on the last day—the day the deities went back to the hill—so that he could stay one more day, feast on the meat and return home with Ponnayi. After all, how long could he lie under the tree and stare at its canopy, even though he was the one to have planted it?

  His brother-in-law, Muthu, was his friend from childhood. In fact, they were so close that at some point he felt comfortable enough to freely say, ‘I want to marry your sister.’ But they had drifted apart once they became brothers-in-law. The gulf between them seemed to have become permanent over the years, but nothing much could be done about it. If he stayed here and worked the fields, people would openly ridicule him. They would say, ‘See! He is his father-in-law’s slave!’ Also, he’d have to abandon everything back home to come here. His mother might be able to take care of the cow, the calves and the goats for a few days. But after that, she’d definitely start hurling abuses at him.

  ‘Does he think the cows here would somehow feed themselves if he sits on his haunches in his father-in-law’s house and eats away? Shouldn’t a Vellala be concerned about these poor creatures? It is only as long as this Marayi is alive that you can drop everything and run off like this. I could die any day. What would you do then?’

  He knew when her tirade of abuses was likely to begin. If he delayed even a day or two, angry words were sure to pour forth from her rotten mouth. His father’s face would appear before his eyes, like a mirage in the afternoon sun. That was all he recollected of his father. It was his mother who had raised him. And she made sure no one had the chance to say that a child raised by a widow would amount to nothing. She was adamant that they be treated equal to everyone else. She knew everything from ploughing the land to drawing water for the fields. ‘We should not depend on anyone,’ she would say.

 
One year, she could not find anyone to sow seeds. They said, ‘Nothing would grow when sown by a woman in white,’ clearly referring to her widow’s attire. She tried calling a few people, but to no avail. Then she said, ‘Let whatever grows grow. Or maybe nothing will. Then that’s fine too. I don’t care.’ And she sowed the seeds herself. Nothing untoward happened; her yield was as good as anyone else’s.

  The day Kali grew strong enough to carry the basket, she handed it to him. She was there to help him until he learned the skill of sowing evenly, but after that it became his responsibility. However, wherever he roamed, Kali was under his mother’s control. Before his marriage, he was a free spirit. It was hard to get hold of him on days when there was no work. If someone asked Marayi, she said, ‘Where can that dog go? It must have dug up a spot in the shade somewhere and must be lying in it. Or else, it must be roaming around, getting tired. Wherever it is, it will come back at night to eat.’ He never betrayed her trust, and he gave his best in the field. Even now, he would tend to his field and keep to himself. Having moved away from the minions of his youth, he would not go anywhere to idle around with anyone. This fenced enclosure was his lot. That’s just the way things were.

  TWO

  He lay on the cot and closed his eyes. When the body realizes there is no work to do, it throws open its doors to weariness. Ponna was happy that Kali had come as promised. Even from where Kali was lying, he could sense her prancing around the house as though she had just been married. Wherever in the house she might be, he always knew what she’d be up to. She pervaded his thoughts. She came to occupy them so much that he could tell her every movement and gesture. His nostrils could now sense that she was making snacks for him. He even knew what snack it would be.

  She woke him up a little while later. ‘Maama, maama,’ she called to him affectionately. She was holding a plate of snacks in her hands—hot pakodas and kacchayam, made with rice. He roused himself as if from a deep sleep. A smile lit up her entire face, spreading to her eyes, nose, cheeks and forehead. Kali wondered how Ponna managed to make every part of her face smile. Keeping the plate on his lap, Ponna sat down on the floor.

  ‘Did you see the tree?’ he asked. The pakoda melted with a crunch in his mouth.

  ‘Yes, I see it every time I come here,’ she said uninterestedly.

  ‘No, dear one. Look up. See how it has grown. You can’t even begin to count the flowers and the top-shaped fruits!’ he said excitedly.

  ‘Ponna, come here!’ her mother yelled from inside the house. ‘Shred this jaggery for me.’

  ‘Coming!’ she yelled. Turning back to Kali, she said, ‘This was planted when we got married. Twelve years have gone by.’ She sighed.

  A shadow fell on her face. She must have been thinking about how the tree had grown so lush and abundant in twelve years while not even a worm had crawled in her womb. Every wretched thing reminded her of that lack.

  After the wedding, she had fought with her father and had taken a cow from here. It delivered seven or eight calves, populating Kali’s barn with its offspring. She’d tear up just looking at that cow. She had once cried out loud, ‘I don’t have the boon that even this mute creature has been blessed with.’ Her tears filled him with rage against that cow and its calves. He felt like killing them all. But when he looked at their faces, he would melt: ‘Poor things. What can they do about our suffering?’

  ‘Palm jaggery adds a special taste to the kacchayam,’ he said, trying to change the subject. He tore a piece and held it to her lips.

  ‘Yes! Now is when your love pours forth,’ she said in mock anger and proceeded to take the morsel into her mouth.

  Her mother called from inside: ‘Come here, girl. The oil’s heating up.’

  ‘She can’t stand it even for a little while! Nallayi is devious. It’s not for no reason that they say she knows no time or place. Why is she yelling so much now?’ Ponna got up and went in.

  His eyes were fixed on her as she walked away. Her body had stayed firm. As he gazed after her, desire welled up within him, and he wanted her right then. But they had no privacy here, at his in-laws’ home. When they were just married, space was made for them by rearranging sacks of harvested millets and pulses. But when he was no longer a new son-in-law, he got a cot in the porch or in front of the house. He was itching to drag her and take her home.

  The midday sun tormented his body. During the monsoons, he stayed home cuddling with her. It had occurred to him a few times that had she borne a child perhaps she too would have become haggard like the other women. When thoughts of women first came to him, it was Ponna’s body that teased and tortured him incessantly. Unable to bear the agony, he tried to avoid looking at her. But his mind’s eye would somehow seek her out. That had not changed to this day. But, whenever he embraced her, succumbing to the tease, it occurred to him that it was not the same embrace as before. Earlier, there was an urgency and passion to get to know her anew each time. That had dried up now. Now even when he took his face close to hers, his mind started worrying, ‘Will it happen at least this time?’ That was enough to put out the fire, and only ashes bloomed in the embers of his passion. In an attempt to douse it all with water, he started going about it mechanically. ‘God, please bless us this time. Make it happen somehow,’ he kept repeating. It all went up in smoke.

  For seven or eight years now, there had been talk of a second marriage—both openly and secretively. As a result, many people had become the objects of Ponnayi’s hatred. Chellapa Gounder, who dealt in cattle, came to the barnyard once. One of Kali’s cows had failed to yield a calf despite two or three attempts at mating her with a bull. He’d wanted to get rid of the cow by selling it to Gounder. While they were talking, Ponna was cleaning the floor, ridding it of cow dung. She never stayed put when she came to the barnyard. Even if Kali had just removed the dung, she would clean the floor of the cattle shed right away. She would give the calves a bath and tether them elsewhere; then she’d feed them. Mostly, it was she who cleaned out the goat refuse. She was focused on her work while Kali was talking to Gounder. But Gounder kept his gaze fixed on her as he tied up his hair in a knot. ‘It is fate, mapillai,’ said Gounder, using the colloquial variation of ‘maapillai’ or ‘son-in-law’, also a term of friendly address between two men. ‘That is just how some cows are. No matter what you do, they never get pregnant. Just quietly change the cow. If you say yes, I can fetch you one right away.’

  He said it with a smile, but Ponna immediately understood the sense behind it. She felt as though a huge rock had been pressed against her heart. She wanted to drag him by the hair and thrash him with a whip. Instead, she picked up the stick that was lying in a corner of the cowshed and hit the cow on its legs and back. The poor creature. With panic in its eyes, it ran around the shed trying to dodge this unexpected attack.

  ‘It has no sense of time and place. Shouldn’t it know I was picking up the dung? It keeps stepping on my foot. It’s come just to incur my wrath. Are you trying to get smart with me? I will cut off your tail, you wretched creature!’

  Gounder ran away saying, ‘All right, mapillai! I will see you later.’

  He never came back. But when Kali met him elsewhere, he said, ‘That is how some cows are. If you go in front of them, they attack you with their horns. If you go behind them, they kick you. Your plight is difficult.’ Sometimes he would say, ‘Mapillai! Shall I find a new cow for you?’

  Kali would reply, ‘Come to the barnyard, uncle. We will discuss the matter.’

  ‘Oh no! You think you can fuel the fire and watch the riot? Your cow is your business. Leave me alone!’ And Gounder would drop the subject.

  Even though Kali was trying to be funny, these conversations made him extremely sad. He lamented the fact that he had become the butt of ridicule in the village. Ponna never tired from lashing out at anyone who came to the barnyard talking about this. She did everything short of thrashing them with the broomstick. So no one brought it up when she was around. But th
ey never failed to do so when they caught him alone.

  THREE

  During moments of intimacy, Ponna would ask, ‘Maama, are you planning to abandon me and marry another woman? Tell me.’

  He would cajole her. ‘You are the apple of my eye—my pearl, my treasure. How can I ever leave you?’

  ‘That’s what I like to hear.’ Saying this, she would melt.

  But he also felt like teasing her. ‘I will never abandon you. Even if another woman comes, I won’t abandon you.’

  ‘Chee!’ she would push him away and cry. This was no joking matter for her.

  When she saw people come and go, she would ask, ‘Was this about a marriage alliance?’

  ‘Hmm,’ he would nod.

  ‘Has it been fixed?’

  ‘Almost.’

  ‘What will be my plight then?’

  ‘You can stay in a corner,’ he would say.

  She would cry herself to exhaustion. ‘Is it my fate that I should beg for food from another woman? I will leave right away for my father’s house. They will feed me at least once a day, wouldn’t they? After all, they gave birth to me. Don’t I have a brother? I will fall at his feet. Won’t he feed me porridge for the rest of my life? If nothing works, can’t I find a small rope? Doesn’t the portia tree have its branches spread all over? I will hang from one of those.’

  Watching her antics, Kali would secretly smile to himself. Ponna would behave as if everything was over and he had already brought another woman home. He wondered if she was rehearsing for such a moment. It always took days to placate her.

  This was their game. If they’d had children playing around the house, they wouldn’t have needed this. Such games were just a ploy to keep themselves from getting bored looking at each other’s faces. But he had no thought of marrying another girl.

  ‘One torture is enough for this birth,’ he would say.