My Puthur ,My village . As today is the famous temple festival of my village at my home town palakkad(puthur vela), I miss not being there .This is the time I have fallen home sick.( The following narrative is partially imaginary though most of it never occurred in reality but I have spun it in a way I wanted it to be ) Dedicated to my fellow Puthurians to drive them back to the nostalgic days of childhood. I remember the village like it was yesterday. I have n't found beautiful things the chatter of happy children, the smell of roasted peanuts, and a clear, starlit sky.The maidan was bustling with activity as the crowd poured in. They spread coir mats, ate noisily and fought to sit in the first row. Kooth kavi took his place behind a big white screen and pulled us out of the dark box. Dramatically, one by one. In minutes, the loud bustle was reduced to pin drop silence.Paavu kooth is a traditional puppet play during the temple fest.We took our places in front of the...