We are all the same blood

A sister speaks about the loss of her beloved brother..

My father was from Ninthavur, mother from Pothuvil. My mother didn’t have any children, so she made a vow to make silver rods and a gold cradle-stand for the Hindu temple and I was born. I am 67 years old and I have been working since I was 17 years old. I married at 16, and had 8 children. My husband worked in a quarry and also did agricultural work. I wove mats and boxes, stitched clothes and sold hoppers to raise my children.