This mountain and the forest had always loved rain. The woods were always drowned in frosty cold but for those people living here, their insides were always burning with a fiery mind, like that of Sita.
Sita came here to that rainy valley with a curious heart with her husband Muthu. She was hoping to start a very happy married life here in the woods. But Muthu had his own ambitions. Leaving Sita with an old woman who was his relative – Arputhamma, he walked down the hill soon after they reached, to fulfill his dreams. But no one knew that he had hid a treasure in that house, a treasure that smelled of death and blood which he stole from someone else.
Sita waited so long for Muthu, but he did not come back.
She used to be a girl so afraid of the dark, and cried for the tiniest pains. But time moulded her into a stronger woman today. She understood the realities around her life and was making herself capable and brave. Neither the beasts of the forest nor those cruel humans that come into the forest scare her now. She lived in that forest with her head held high as a symbol of a woman’s strength. And in time, she finally made herself forget waiting for Muthu who still hadn’t returned.
One day a stranger walked into that forest – Suruli. He started to frequently visit Sita and Arputhamma. But no one realized that his decency and innocence was all but a cover and his real intention was only to find that treasure Muthu had hid somewhere in that forest. Arputhamma lovingly welcomed Suruli into their home. She even dreamed of Suruli becoming the companion for Sita after her own demise. But her gift to perceive and point do what venom it is just by the scent of a snakebite couldn’t help her realize poison inside Suruli’s mind. And it was only when she got murdered by his hands at last she realized, but by that time it was too late.