People of Pollachi

My grandfather was a mahout. My father was too. When I was born, he named me Mani. Today, ‘Kaleem-Mani’ – is how I am…

For somebody to do just one thing all day, for it to become the only thing he wakes up for at the crack of…

Traditional craft is hard. If we labor so much for money more than the fruits of the labor, then we won’t be able to…

I was hesitant initially. I resisted learning from my father, the art that my ancestors skilfully mastered and embraced as a lifestyle for many…

My world is a small place and it’s the humble virtues I have grown around that remain with me now. But the world outside,…

She came to us, to become a part of our family when she was just a week old. Abandoned on the streets of Rottikadai,…

The world around me elapses – busy vehicles in vivid colors passing through, focused on their destination, while the tree that I sit under…

A profusion of vehicles of various sizes and kinds drive through the winding roads that lead to Valparai. While some passengers travel on or…