The sun is partly apparent, it is not dark yet, half of it is swallowed by the thick coconut trees in the west. Veerapandi, a 22-year-old boy, wearing a lungi, appears in front of an old temple’s gate, and starts searching for the keys, patting his waist. As he opens the gate, an old man arrives at the scene, riding his old Kawasaki bike. The man gets down from the bike and starts walking towards...
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