It had a charismatic aura blend with lush fragrance all around “Pudhu vasal”. A village of eighty abode huts, situated in the southern part of India. The huge majestic Tamarind trees stood like a pillar ahead of each huts. The sturdy Teaks and Cashew trees was highly significant and ubiquitous in our village. Even though the village was noticed for its lovely atmosphere, the people in the village would always had their own illicit doctrines when it comes to caste, a contagious disease which was innate in their blood.
Two caste is highly notorious in our village, X and Y. The former sect, would always had a repugnance over the latter, went crazy over one song from a movie called “RENAISSANCE”. This movie created a havoc, in the district of ‘Ariyalur’ at the time of its release in 1998. Love marriage was considered to be a great sin indeed in these sects. For this,
The village folks dig out the red from her husband with laughter
Which made the curse of her life to end in slaughter.
Her saree draped in white
When the blue was still in night.
The cold staccato of the white from the miniscule teat
Had burnt the blue with heat.
Then, she ran and hides like a thief into her own house out of flak.
And, the white became untouchable by the black.
The pang of fire tied her body with wire
Then, she trembled like a worm caught in fire.
As it was the time to sweep out her pregnancy
Where the same red gushed without poignancy.
The red prisoned me even I got the freedom
And, the folks invade our hut like their own kingdom.
As they were in the verge to accomplish their goal
One among them, accidentally kicks the milk bowl.
Which washed the red by its colour white
And, I lay unchained between my mother’s legs, quite.
After having lost her husband, “Jayaraman,” some of the cousins, of my mother “Kalyani,” tried to dominate her by giving vibrant orange sarees. But, she stood firmly in white. White, is the colour of valour, wings of the freedom, epitome of purity, liquid of my life and the divine light of chastity. Later, she smiles at a flower that sprouted from the heart of the earth, which was “Purple” in colour.
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Starting with description of a gorgeous village besides appropriate imagery takes flight in the imagination of readers. Deliberately mentioning two caste groups to make it controversial shows the flamboyancy of the author. Colour is predominantly symbolised throughout the narration which is held out by a new born is significant. The suppressors keep on, keen on, crushing the suppressed is contagious decease which is deadlier than Corona. The poem included is penned carefully that expresses the right amount of emotions along with the story.
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The author’s vividity at the beginning set the reader off to the place in the description itself. It seems the author sets a happy mood but all of a sudden the author changes to the subject of hostility in that particular village. The sudden shift of tone of the story talks about the caste issue and honour killing. The tragic birth of the narrator narrated using a poem is fantabulous. The usage of colour symbolism is mentionable! The author is also appreciable for the courage he had to use the name of the caste itself! 👏👏
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