THUMBAI POO (Novel) / தும்பைப் பூ

Twenty years ago, I was returning to Chennai after attending a wedding with a friend in Tiruchirappalli. When the train reached Egmore railway station, I hurriedly got off the train without enduring the travel boredom. A large number of women got out of the women's box in front of the box where I was sitting. An old man and a young woman who appeared in this meeting caught my attention. Both mother and daughter were widows. The young woman, who was not even eighteen years old, was washing and tying an epic white cloth.