The day when my all-time favourite tamil novel opens …
“Ponniyin Selvan” reined in my imagination 10 years ago. It took me one week to finish. I wanted to read the five-volume, almost 3,000-paged novel in one breath. It was simply magnificent!
My tamil is only class 5-pass. That was debilitating. The story was hurtling forward. And I was a lips-moving-kinda-reader bordering on the read-aloud s.l.o.w.
But the book took me along. On horseback. In a boat. In the palace. On a tree. I was there in the Chola period; sharing elbow room with Vandiyathevan and the others. I knew their quirks. I marvelled at their greatness. And there were more than 100 principal characters.
Sometimes I wondered who was that shortish bespectacled lady who kept appearing off and on… *apparently it was my ma, telling me to eat*