Thangavathi and the curse of Pethammai
Disclaimer: I don’t want to be specific with the details because it’s the internet nevertheless the story is real with a few details altered to not to offend anyone specific. Let's call her Thangammai. She might have been a centenarian if she were alive now — not someone from deep antiquity. To start with, she was born into a lap of luxury. She wasn’t the daughter of a colonial-era industrialist who owned sprawling bungalows in hill stations and had English governesses to oversee her education. But her parents owned vast amounts of land. They were locally affluent, at least. Her mother was a beautiful, scheming, strategic lady. There’s little known about her father, but both parents adored their only daughter. Growing up, the parents were astonished to find their daughter’s hair — it was long for her age, thick and unmanageable. Perhaps it was due to their special care. They never bought oil from the market; they would rather extract coconut milk, to extract oil and then careful...