My journey to Madurai made me feel well, but back to pavilion I am blank.Let me recapitulate my journey from Watrap.Yes. I was innocent enjoying silly things and also suffering over unwanted customs of the village. Today I think back and see the early widowhood of my mother has gone into my mind. She, at the age of 27 ,can not come out of the house; can not wear a good saree, surrounded by elders, she had to follow certain instructions. Being the only child, I used to wait for whenever she had to go to the court in Srivilliputtur. If she had to gout in daylight, she had to choose the courtyard.The family feud kept a few whom I loved apart.This had been working with me and I decided to go for further studies when they were planning to tie a knot for me. Even here I watched that my mother was kept out of the scene. suddenly I decided to go for further studies. Nobody to support my views except one school master who guided me to get application form . I came to know of the Lady Doak college and I got the application by post. Amidst protests, I applied for Pre University and I got the seat.Umph! what a difference from the present situation. My brother's grand-daughter who had scored higher marks than me had to wait in suspense to get a seat in B.Com and that too finally in the evening collegeHad this situation prevailed , I would not have come out of the village. What would have happened to me? I wonder.
