Kerala, My land is a woman

Thiruvathira, My Land is a woman

My land is a woman.  She gets up at four in the morning every day, washes her long hair of ancestry in the Periyar, her rough hands that smell of mud and revolution raking through the little knots of Inquilab as the deep blue water passes through it. She pins up three bunches of fresh …

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