About Me
- RAJAN VENKITANGU
- Thrissur, Kerala, India
- As the last one in the children of my parents, who toiled their whole life in paddy field breaking their bones to breed their children, I was given birth in a narrow side room of our thatched hut. In my younger days I enjoyed fishing in ponds, where I went with my sister when she had gone to wash the clothes, with a towel that my father had used to wrap around his head when he worked in the rice field. How many times I did swim across ‘Elaamutha’ paddy field when it was flooded with water from this end to that end with my she-play mates....! I unmoored the country boats, which were used to carry the earth for the bund construction around the rice field, in my school holidays and rowed alone enjoying myself. I read my lessons aloud to be heard and played with my elder brother with the ribs of coconut leaves. When the clanking sound of brass plates from the kitchen echoed in my ears, I stopped reading and threw my books on top of a large wooden box that my parents used for storing rice grains. Thus I began to stride along the verge of my life’s rice field inhaling the fresh breeze from the rice field.
