OTRAI MAARBU ” My father is a slave to his owner. His owner’s eight year son use to call him” Hey… Kandhaa”… My father answers him ” please tell, sir”. He will show his dictatorship at home. He use to show all his anger to my mother…He says” A small chap…he does not give any respect to me, His father simply laughing at seeing it.” He gets dishonor at the bazaar. Hence he beats my mother. Fortunately, mother won’t show her anger to me. Even to be a labor, we have to act a lot. Then, I started reading my father. On those day onwards I started reading human beings. There are thousands of stories in each person. I will never let my readers to shed tear Because I saw much , my mother shedding tears.there are lot of persons who I studied in Virudhunagar. Since there is much hot in Virudhunagar, they have interest on food and hard work. Whereas they won’t show any interest on art. But love alone pierces even rock and got germinated. That’s why in my stories, always there blows love breeze. I started my travel of writing in Anandha vigadan magazine through ‘Mandhirac chol’.This is my twelfth entry.” -S.K.Murugan