Sankalpam and Sambhavam: Tamil Feminine Writing in the light of Ambai'

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In one of the towns along the coast there was a shack. From time to time, loggers would come and cut a few trees from the grove and sell them to the shipbuilders. Shipwrights carve trees into sails and fit them on ships. They travel along the sea along with the ship. All the trees in the grove thought that they themselves would be carved into sails and sail with the ship to distant lands. They dreamed of that day. In one of the towns along the coast there was a shack. From time to time, loggers would come and cut a few trees from the grove and sell them to the shipbuilders. Shipwrights carve trees into sails and fit them on ships. They travel along the sea along with the ship. All the trees in the grove thought that they themselves would be carved into sails and sail with the ship to distant lands. They dreamed of that day.

Except for one tree. Only the tree does not want to be a special-data mere sail. Only for that, he had a dream of doing something sublime, of devoting himself to one of the greatest things on earth. Loggers would mark the trees they chose to cut that day with chalk on the trunk. Only this tree, when a mark falls on it, calls its friends squirrel and sparrow and destroys the mark cunningly with their tail and feathers. It waited in the hope that its destiny would be fulfilled. One day another group came. They talked about cutting trees and selling them for 'paper' production. The tree has only one cross. He asked his friends what 'paper' meant. The sparrow said. Humans create thoughts and imaginations. That is the height of their power. They inscribe them on paper to pass them on to others. That is why those who read the scriptures will gain knowledge.



So paper is said to be the vehicle of human virtues. Hearing these words, the tree got excited. I am also paper, cut me too, come, said the branch and called the woodcutters. They also came and cut the tree. They cut it into pieces and pounded it into paper. They were stuffed into the ship's belly as a long cylinder. The paper tree traveled to distant lands. In the game of the ship it took a turn for the worse. However, she tolerated the discomfort because she was excited that she was on her way to her destiny. The long journey was passed only in that hope. Sluggish and exhausted. Fainted in boredom. When he awoke he found himself flattened and his body engraved with letters. Aha, I am a part of something bigger, the only joy for the tree. But the tree was not a book. It was printed as a newspaper.