And slowly yet loud enough, he called out, "Katthi theetanuma, katthiii?" (Does anyone want to sharpen your knives?) the blacksmith at the doorstep
An uncommon sight yet so rustic to watch the knives especially those aruvaals (large knives famous in Tamil Nadu) send out those sparks as they twist and turn one after the other in his custom-made tools is a sight uncouthed... and as many uncouthed things go, a delight for me clicking off to my hearts content
He sharpened those knives we asked him to, he took a few new, shiny ones made at his pattrai (workshop) that were carefully tucked away in his bag of secret treasures, flashed them with pride and claimed that one particular one was his masterpiece and made a deal, followed by a bargain, deal sealed, he sipped a tea offered, brushed the sweat on his brow aside, smiled and trotted along as I stood there looking at all those sharpened knives, wondering, "Why this kolaveri dee?!"
