It rained on the day when Clara met her Jayakrishnan. (Unfolds through caption) #Clara, The Woman. #Rain, The Voiceless observer # Rain, Earth, Rain Soaked Mud, Petrichor, Love, Lust, Sex, Desire. (An amateur writer’s tickle & attempt to encore from few of the defining moments from the Cult-driven 'Thoovanathumbikal') PC: YouTube A cult that it is, the story of Clara and Jayakrishnan, where a man is torn apart between the love for two women, Clara and Radha. He is true to his core in both the relations which shall never be viewed anywhere in those close aspects of morality by the society. Clara happens to be the first women that he is so closely resided into and the same was for her too; he was her first man. It rained on the day when Clara met her Jayakrishnan. And all along their story, rain had an indispensable role signifying its presence whenever the two happened. As if, it had been entrusted by the gods to become a mute witness to something beautiful. When eventually they mate, and after their deep, satiating orgasm (a first for both of them), there was this deep level of connection between their soul. And this is evident from a scene where they part ways after their first encounter, where both of them expresses the aches of separation silently through their eyes. Clara undeniably though was becoming of an escort of the local town (and him being her first, after agreeing to become one). There is a beautiful scene without any of those superfluous extension, where as he begins to pack his bags before he leaves her, after their first meeting. He is seen taking a bundle of currency which he had brought with him to pay for her services. He takes them into his hands and in another flash of second, he just keeps it back, portrayed in one of the best cinematic ways, reflecting, what she has become to him, by now. Which literally sums up his equation of the intense relation, that he was beginning to share with her.
