9th Hairpin Bend

It was like seeing someone's face. However... Mukhil was watching... on his face, which was clear... He combed his head with a pained expression, as if telling him to stay away from the mood that seemed to be enjoying the mask that reality was wearing...

"This is the day to prove that nothing is going to happen... Everything is going to be okay... Let's make a way... This is the day for me.... Here I am God... and here I am Satan...If everything goes well starting tomorrow, my life will be different. Enough... I have written and written and piled it up as garbage and it became garbage.

Mukhil…..He put the latch on the inner side of the door while meditating very precisely on a great journey in his mind... "The day this latch came, man became an object" was his damned thought... He has written so many revolutionary essays... It cannot be said that there is no other way... Because it is a way to relax a little... He leaves with a decisive decision. Then he comes out with the window open, closes the window, and stops between the trees at the back of the house so as not to catch anyone's eye. He always lies behind the door. Sometimes he breaks the door. Or he leaves without breaking it as a visual error with the life of subtle hands, drifting away with the wind of dissolution...

After deciding on the equation circle, whoever draws the triangle equation is the same. His journey is going to be....

This morning at the tea shop on the corner of the street, he said that he was writing a story today and would not come to drink tea. He usually takes a week to think about the story. But the tea seller knew very well that after the story was over, he would not come out of the house until he had finished writing it.

His mind was meditating in a very natural state as he walked.

The plan was to untangle the circle that surrounded us like dispersing bees, untangling every single knot. So far, no problems have arisen, and he is confident that there will be no more. It is the subtlety of the mind that one believes in abandoning... It is important not to fall into anyone's eyes... Even so, even if he fell, he was so used to asking who he was... He started writing on the day when he became a lonely animal living alone as a human being. Is it possible to survive by writing after the rice farmers are caught committing suicide? His side job is to fall to the point of giving advice to someone. He is doing it right...

10 am

He boarded a city bus from Ukkadam to Sundarapuram (Coimbatore, India)... wore a hat.. His face seemed to be half hidden.... He looked like a different person wearing glasses... Ukkadam pool for the one sitting by the window... Something planted a feather in him......The eyes searched everywhere...It was... the right time... He looked at the watch on his hand and knew that it was only a few hours away. He looked into his heart with wide eyes... He read what he saw. He crawled into the new thought that why should he read again if all the reading is in his mind? Time flies and Sundarapuram arrives. He boarded the city bus going to Malumichambatti as fast as he got off.

As he moved his head towards the window, he turned his gaze inside the cold glass until he reached the bus, where he saw only unknown faces. He slowly bowed his head. In a maze, he reflected on Pramila's poem. A feathered freedom... Why is this human life gone? Money at any price...Even the borrowed rice was thrown to the cuckoo sparrow by Bharathi. Face.... The moustache comes to mind... He wiped his moustache once... no more room for hunger. Getting up is my business. But the way to survive... A feather that fell just like that found a long way like oblivion at the moment of standing and thinking in an unintelligible quorum...It's a rough and rough road. If you look properly and put your foot down and cross it, you can escape. Giving some time to God is not a big deal...it's human nature..Those who are worthy will survive..

Now.... He was sitting on a city bus going to Kinathukkadu. He looked out the window again as he felt like he was gathering into a point, carrying a whirlwind. In the distance, a herd of goats was like a painting dissolving in the rain... to remain dissolved in the void surface. By then, the well had passed...

I stopped at a tea shop and drank tea. He tasted the black tea deeply and drank it down... He thought that it would give him new energy. Everything on the walls of his mind that had been burned in solitude all his life.... Otherwise, like a physical change, nothing becomes a changed place.

Who wants fame? Only if you have money... You can eat rice, everything before hunger. There is only one thing left... Any literary person can survive only if he overcomes hunger. If he is hungry, all ten will fly away. If you can change the hunger that even the self dissolves one day, why not use that day....? ..He kept undressing his mind, not wanting to get caught in the right and wrong... The mind that kept on undressing was that there were no clothes at all. That was all that was left...

"I am nothing else, and this society is nothing else." Whatever this society has given me, I will return. Only the plan in my mind that travelled back and forth...the fire was burning... he would definitely come...even if he comes...will the work be done? That too will happen... The moment is the time itself, the time to hit the JP... how does it end? Attention.... That's what he wants too. Attention...

There will definitely not be a crowd... Well, even if everything goes well, Will you get the money? Life is certainly available...OK if stuck... hmmm....... I definitely won't. So many mistakes without traces go unnoticed. Don’t get tired..Stop... watch... go... "

Now he stopped and started travelling on the city bus going to Pollachi from Signal... how many crowds... Where have all these people come from..."Where are they going?" Coming and going and going and coming... because it keeps going on, no one knows who is coming and who is going... It is in not knowing today that today's knot can be untied very easily... In my mind, this day being the stage of a night's screenplay, the curtains kept falling in my mind...

Mukhil narrowed his eyes at a distance where he couldn't even see someone standing nearby.

At the sign "Pollachi welcomes you with love", for the first time he felt a kind of inner acceptance. He took a deep breath... "Everything will be fine... "Go...” --said the hunger inside him.

12.30 p.m

He boarded the bus going to customs and sat down..as if he had to join the procession without disbanding or shaking it. He was like a human statue without moving at all to the music of the bus. Since yesterday evening, The mind is not in one direction... unable to go in its direction. My feet walked towards Saravanampati after deciding that we could go out to eat today...The crossroad from Dudiyalur to Saravanampatti is so wide.. the speed of the trucks is monstrous... but the forests around... the mountains are visible as if they are on the side... a walk is not enough to realize that it is like a painting that is always being drawn when the evening falls... walked... The path went on and on... like the other way of stretching, moment by moment, moment by moment, he was becoming a moment, a relaxing walk that started with the fact that every moment is not heavy...

I stopped at the bus customs, got down...

He stopped a little away from the bus stop... After a while, the bus going to Aliyar came.. He boarded it... On both sides of the road to Aliyar, in the environment of sprawling trees. . It was as if all the air was welcoming him in a pleasant atmosphere.. From there, he closed his eyes and opened his eyes once, as if he could see the peak of the mountain he was going to, in an instant.

After finishing the meal at Saravanampatti and starting to walk back towards Dudiyalur, it was past 10 pm. The flow of cabs had slowed down. Here and there a cab was coming and going…. He was standing a little aside and walking at the speed of light tearing through the night.

He looked at the time. As he got closer to Aliyar, the tourists' carts were coming and going a little more. As if a kind of insect's nest were suddenly cut in his mind due to shortness of breath, he looked out a little beyond the window... Aliyar Dam was well known. He was enveloped by the chilly smell of the hilly region.

Only the mind stopped at one point and started sweating. He twisted a rope from the corner to close the magical door of the mind. The speed of the wind increased; the speed of breathing increased; Aliyar got off the bus in an unrecognizable state… No one could see him… He was misinterpreting tourism greatly. Many people were seen there who had Not knowing where we came from, not knowing where we are going, spending a day on a lost track... with many desires for freedom. Mukhil joined the crowd who were calling here and there, overwhelmed by the worry of not knowing what to do first... Couples... Families... Kids...Everyone has a reason to live on this day... To think deeply... A bus going to Valparai stopped. Once, someone stopped He climbed up while looking to see if he was noticed. He took the ticket to Monkey Falls.

I need more attention.

Last night when I was walking on the Saravanampatti road, the things that happened ran through my mind like a picture... After that, the projects again came and went in exactly the same straight line as the first... The bus dropped off at the monkey waterfall and was going uphill on the curved road. He was standing under a rock and playing in the water. Like someone taking out a camera from a leather bag. He walked by the side of the road. Playing with the monkeys in a wet top wearing a thigh-high dress... all the eyes of the monkey minders were staring at her...

It was as if he didn't know that the monkey waterfall was there when he crossed the curve of the road. The trees on both sides of the road where there was no one... The water reservoir of Aliyar Dam is on the left side. The sound of the wind that was blowing... The reality turned him into a tourist. The monkeys who were walking here and there, snoring, didn't respect him at all.. He started walking towards the top of the road, taking pictures. He felt that his mind was becoming more and more supple as he walked... He looked at the time. Still half an hour away... should be there by 2.30 to 3. He started walking. An ambulance sped past him with a siren... He turned his face away... The boulders started rolling in his mind...

That is the third chicken needle curve....... "Stone-scattering area. Go carefully"—he saw the sign and lifted his head up. Dad.... At the peak of Anaimalai....He thought that we were travelling on the highest mountain in South India. He drew water from the nearby stream and drank it. It was so cold. How happy is this stream to flow straight from the mountain? The mind wrote the poem... The plan that was moving inside screamed and threw the poem away...

It was painful to walk on the fourth and sixth bends. The body was sweating... A couple of motorbikes passed him...... He posed for a photograph with his back to the water reservoir...So far, everything is perfect... and it must be perfect... My thoughts were racing......

He climbed through the trees between the 6th arch and the 8th arch by holding on to roots and trees, branches, etc. From there, we could see that Aliyar Dam is far away in the underworld. He had touched almost 500 feet above sea level. In a little while i will be approaching that 9th Hairpin Bend (9th Needle curve)....

Don't let go. Go up, go up, and go up. To tell the mind, as if the tired body had gotten refreshed again, suppress the mind... He got his breath under control and started walking at full speed...... So far, no one has seen a single person walking like this in the forest. ..It looks like the 9th Hairpin Bend.... They were also looking at Pollachi and its surrounding areas, and Aliyar Dam at the view point there......

Mukhil was hiding and watching everything...

Everyone who was scattered there was engrossed in taking selfies, enjoying nature through the camera. Even then, no one seems to have found out...even if they found out, the person who came with him, as if they had to think within themselves that this person and the person who came with him were But Bombay, with crooked eyes, was throbbing in his mind... He looked around once... Like every moment is a moment,

He also took a selfie... standing on the hairpin bend's edge, The Aliyar Dam was spread out below and its water was floating so deep and wide as if it was flying with its wings... He saw that everything was ecstatic to see, not only with his eyes but also with his mind, as if he was enjoying it. An alarm was ringing in a corner of his brain, like a man wearing a face that didn't show... He didn't forget to stand somewhere and observe deeply. He kept taking in the clock beating like a heart. He let his gaze creep down the road from the top to the bottom...

2.30 am….

"This is the time." It will be easy if these tourists go away... "Must go... must go... must be gone"-mind started mesmerizing at one point...

Leave quickly. Leave quickly. No one should come... These people must also leave... " As if a numb mind is gasping for a kiss in the deep sea, with a grave search... A god's penance was rising...A bike moved slowly, like one under command... Two more bikes and one more car... like my legs are afraid to walk. Even the soles of the feet were sweating... The tops of their eyes were sweating...

"Be strong in the mind... This is your day.. This is your place... Here, you are the god... You give the order... These will move..." He screamed deeply in his subconscious mind. Don't cling to selfish people…Drink. Drunkenness... this is... the new civilization circle that has been put in place for today. “- the words were hanging in my mind, which was wandering without connection.

Descend the edge of the side wall to the retaining wall of the road... Here and there... rock alleys. Rock bars. Mukhil moved his feet slowly to grip the rough side of the rock.

"Hello Boss." It's a dangerous place. Don't go there... Chile: It’s down. You won't get anything, "said one... He stood a little behind and warned... His face was very normal.

Mukhil came up again with a smile like "No…No... Just..."

"The perfect place" Kamal and Revathi's car will explode and start falling from this place in the movie Punnagai Mannan. “-he thought...

In the heat of the afternoon, he saw the roads of the mountain going as if they were bent in half with the gap of tree branches visible here and there. Time flies... The mind was running very fast... all over the face was sweaty fear... the whole body was dead sweat...

"Don’t go... go... go... go..."-lips muttered in my mind... Keeping on saying... As told, the car and bikes slowly started moving up the road one after the other.

"Hahaha…….haha…….ha…"-seemed to laugh out loud. At the point where mental strength and physical strength are coming together, Everything is going to be alright.... Mukhil saw a lorry coming from here at the beginning of Attakati road, at the end of Aliyar. I could see... turned to see the road coming to the left..... the car came to a halt..... (Who left fate)...

He checked the registration number of the car... It was the same number... Everything was happening as he had been told. A kind of darkness filled the mind... The mind calculated and moved on to the next move. So far, everything is fine. What is the fear now? Start... He took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes as if he didn't feel the insects flying in his throbbing vision. Even though it was clear, he felt as if something was closing in on his mind... The man, who had ordered that nothing distracting should come into his thoughts now, put his glasses back on and got out of the car to stand as if enjoying the valley. ... Doesn’t seem to have found the mukhil...

"I'm between the ages of 50 and 55..."Good body… So, why now...... A death is necessary....And that 'clearly planned death' Mukhil suddenly made a decision closes to the end. He went to the dangerous place where he first stood... His legs trembled, his hands fumbled... He looked down. His head revolved around the area of trees that looked small. He tightened his mind... Silence pushed and kicked...He began shouting and making his plan......

The next moment... A man from the car (Karkaran): "What.... What.. What is it?" The man who was standing here a short time ago, shouting to be saved, ran quickly towards the ledge from which he was hanging and slowly climbed over the barrier wall..."What's up, bro? Can we all come down here and hold hands?"He approached nervously and extended his hand towards Mukhil...

For a moment, both of them saw that the 9th Hairpin Bend was lying in a valley spinning round as the biggest witness.

Mukhil's left hand to hold the iron on the rock well... The right hand of Karkaran was stuck in his right hand... to pull him downwards in one breath. The Karkaran, who was bending his whole body downwards, staggered. He began... his life-call echoed in the far-off screeching eagle in the air. Sprinkling death... He collapsed, his hand leaving his hand, his body overturned and trembling, still clinging to the rock like a huge lizard.

After a few seconds, he peeked again. As always, an uncanny silence prevailed, as if no one had ever fallen there.

Mukhil jumped up and ran. He disappeared into the forest... Fast and fast... so fast that he was panting. He looked around. There was no one. He saw another deer without scratching the branches, trees, and roots. He ran clearly. The half-trouser girl was still playing in the monkey waterfall with a heavy wetness... It was a model to see... watching and gathering with the crowd. Mixing...... After a while, he boarded the bus towards Pollachi in Valparai without any nervousness. His mind was just jumping...

Once again, the mind went back and circled what had happened last night.

On the road of darkness... Like an unconscious emptiness... in the way that was.... The glaring eyes sensed that some light was coming... A mobile phone was lying in the eyes of the language that followed the path of the light.

Without thinking, the dress of the mobile phone came off... little by little, and as always, a desire He slowly bent down and picked it up. That's when the light came from some text message. Suddenly, it was dark. But I had a strong feeling that someone was about to collapse nearby...When I pressed the on button of the phone again while brushing, the front light flashed like a button.

The mind was right to tell the mind to move inside the inner side of that bush. With the help of the phone's blink, a figure spread out into the darkness... with heat...Rather than being surprised, I could see...Suddenly... the proximity did something.... As the light fell on the prostrate figure, it fell on his face. He looked at him like a doctor who was motionless... Mughil felt the silence of the night still wrapped around him.....

"What to do….? Someone…..?.. What is it…what could have happened….is there any accident…..no…Has someone killed him…..is he lying down drunk…..what can be done"- he thought to himself…. The cover of the switched off phone..turned it back on and left it on, bent down and brought his finger to his face...the eyes of the man lying motionless were wide open now so close he was scared....suppressing the fear with his breath and narrowed his eyes..he looked at him..Touching his nose with shaking fingers. Looking for breath in the distance… hmm….. No breath….to feel... Well fell into the brain…. The reality... hmm... Can’t breathe..

He suddenly took his finger... He moved away from that place, slowly chasing the moment that felt like reality was chasing him.... The path was long and fast at the point of nothingness... Only his mind stopped walking...

Who is he? Maybe it was murder.... Even though the cart was not there... So, there was no accident. "Did any cart collide with the walker?"In the movement that did not find the answer at the speed of the questions, He came home.... Locking the door... Leaning on the bed. He felt like he had committed some kind of murder...

"If he is alive, we can take him to the hospital." What to do with a dead person... If the police go, they will ask me a thousand questions. I have a vain suspicion and a court case... Oh, don't. “When he was stuck between hunger and life, what was the purpose of all the murders? That was when the person who thought... that mobile phone... was in his pocket!

The hand taking out the mobile phone from the pocket was not relaxed... but he accepted it...A mid-range phone rang turned on to turn on automatically.. The phone is not locked by PIN or touch...... With a twist.... an unlocked phone. With various ideas...with a kind of curiosity disorder, more to the point, because of the curiosity to know who the dead man would be... He opened the flashing text message.

He read it. It’s been soured...

He left the phone on the bed and wiped his face...and slowly opened it once again and read it.

Aliyar-9th Bend-Tomorrow – Time 2.30 to 3.00 PM-Car Number ********* -Coming Alone... Finish the man. Tomorrow night at 9 o'clock ***** buys 20 L in Paradise.. Table No. 9.

"What is this?" It's like some big issue, "he mumbled and searched for other messages. Hmmm... It's only one message. No incoming or outgoing calls or history. Mukhil took a decisive look at the clean phone and read it over and over again.

Walked here and there inside the house... My mind wandered needlessly...

"Someone is using him to kill someone... but he is lying dead. Do those who told him to kill him dead know... or not?"

He walked in confusion... "Why do we have so many ideas about this...", he thought... The moment he realized that his mind had stopped at that 20 L, his image in the front mirror showed someone else...

He walked again... He calculated in the air. He sat on the bed and closed his eyes and thought deeply. The moment he could hear his own heartbeat, his thought flow was like a huge wing trying to catch a bait in the air...

If there was such a decisive text message, they would have noticed in advance that the person who was going to die would definitely come there and then they would have made a plan." If we finish this work before we know it, If we plan properly, then the killing will happen. We can escape. And we will get money. But this is not the beginning or the end of anything. We never know who is going to die. to kill I don't know who said it, but only one thing is for sure: the owner of this mobile phone is going to kill someone tomorrow. I mean, there is no direct connection between the person lying dead on the road today and the people who asked him to kill him. If that is the case, then why send such a big thing in a text message? At the very least, it should be on the off chance that it cannot be addressed now. It is all a guess... Let it go until it goes... "

"What if I replace him in this situation...? ... Who will know if I go? Surely the dead person will not come. The dying person will not come either. What if the person who is going to pay is killed tomorrow? According to his calculation, that person should die tomorrow. He is going to pay the killer. If the murder is sure to happen, his inner mind says that he will get the money. Let's go and see... If you plan properly, you can complete the work without anyone knowing... but a job that is going to die may not come tomorrow. Even if... There may be a situation where it is impossible to kill. Aliyar's 9th bend is the tourist's view point.

Well.. Let’s think like this....

"What if no one is there at that time on a working day?"

That point, if exactly that time came and got there..?

According to the plan of the killers that point will definitely stand on the 9th curve. That is the plan.

If not, why would the killers choose that place...?

Maybe there was a habit of stopping and taking a rest whenever he came through that way.

It might help the project.... If it goes on like that...

Pushing down from there is no big deal...

Why not give it a try?

Only that moment will decide whether we can kill tomorrow or not..we will try..if we can..if not, we can throw away the phone and let Aliyar look around and leave...

If we don't hear back on this phone by tomorrow morning, that means the plan will move on to the next step...we'll conduct... "

No one who knows my face should see me till Aliyar comes back... It should not be posted anywhere. That's all. Otherwise.. I don't know anyone who is going to die. I don't even know the person who asked him to die. If there are no witnesses, I can live my life as usual with 20 L that no one can find out. Everything is guesswork. Let's go with it...let's allow it...there are so many people who have won by assumptions...let it end if possible...no..let's leave it. " I was thinking that the whole night there was no message or call on that mobile phone.

He started leaving at dawn....

After finishing everything, the return journey is now towards Coimbatore.

As if he was meditating with his eyes closed, everything ran through his mind like silhouettes. The bus had reached Coimbatore...

The time is 8.30 pm.

The person who got off the bus went straight to table number 9 of the Paradise Hotel...

Someone was already sitting and drinking...

Without the least bit of fear or trembling, he went straight and sat in front of him.

I firmly believe that there will be money... There will be no problem here... While my mind was saying that, the waiter came and asked what to drink. As he said one beer, he looked at the person in front of him. He suddenly got up and left.. but a pack was moving towards him.

In the bag that fell into his eyes... a lot of mind…He paid for the beer he had drunk, and left with his wallet.

As I walked towards the house, I was told to throw away the fear of murder and turn off the money. He took off the mobile phone and broke the memory card and threw it into the drain running next to him. He smashed the phone with a stone, scattering it in the opposite drain...

The next day was a different kind of dawn.

After finishing the story, Mukhil went out to drink tea at the tea shop as usual. What a story author.. No one came out all day yesterday... The shopkeeper was serving tea as asked...

"I forget everything that I wrote, brother..." I have come to drink tea for my mother, who wanted to write to me....... Or not....? He asked very naturally, like always. Mukhil added with a little smile...

"Yes... Yes... I just asked, writer. Don't you know that you won't wake up even if there is thunder?" He continued his work. Someone who was drinking tea nearby also read the paper......

"Sarithiran, a famous industrialist who was arrested in sand robbery and was on bail, committed suicide by jumping from the mountain due to depression... His wife told the police department that she suspected that it was a work-related murder. "He committed suicide. "In any case, the punishment will be heavy" and kept on lamenting... Whether he committed suicide... No... Was it just a job murder...." It will be confirmed only after his body is found..."

Mukhil heard nothing after that…..he started walking towards home to continue the story he had to write yesterday…..

He stood at a distance and looked at Mukhil and moved slowly smiling… He who fell in the bushes on the Saravanampatti road like a dead man yesterday....