In the sacred groves of Thirumālirunjolai, the crimson hues of cochineal insects, a variety of moths, have flourished expansively, casting a vermilion veil over the landscape. Oh, how profound is the wonder! Can we, mere mortals, ever elude the divine snare laid by Emperumān Sundharatthōzhudaiyān, who resides at Thirumālirunjolai? This is the same Lord who, in