Earth, water, sunlight and sweat made the seed sprout. A seed entrusted to the earth sprouted. That truth was simple enough. The farmer anchored his life on that truth and made it yield a hundredfold harvest. All that Dinakaran ever wanted, and all that he ever knew, was to be a farmer.
But that was not to be. Aathi, his beloved land, was destined for a different antham. It had to yield more than fish and rice. It had to succumb to Kumaran's dream. The Kumaran who shunned the old ways to make money in the city, and returned to turn his poor, pristine motherland into a jungle of concrete and profits.
He started with Thampuran, the god who guarded the backwaters and its simple life. Thampuran's thatched shrine was turned into an edifice of gold. Its glitz blinded young men who saw a life beyond farming and fishing. ...more
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