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Category:
Literary Fiction
Publisher: Copperhillmedia
ISBN-10: 0976511665
Type: Fiction
Pages: 336
Copyright: July 19, 2010
ISBN-13: 9780976511663
Set in the intriguing atmosphere of India in the early 20th century, full of mysticism, love, compassion, and political drama, The Ayurvedic Healer tells the story of Madhavan Namboodiri, a physician practicing an ancient medical science, and his enduring love for Rosalie. By healing the underprivileged, regardless of their status, touching the untouchables, he follows his beliefs and disobeys the rules of his society. His life story is set in the background of India’s struggle for freedom, the communist revolt in the Southern State of Kerala, social advancement, and the emergence of new societies.
In Trikkaanipuram village of Cochin Country there was a landlord named Dathathreyan Namboodiri. Madhavan Namboodiri was his younger brother. According to the law of Brahmin community, Madhavan had no claim in the traditional wealth. All wealths went under the control of the elder brother. And he could marry more than one girl from his community. Dathathreyan had three wives.
Younger brothers were allowed to marry Soodra ladies, but Madhavan decided to not to marry. After completing communal ceremonies at the age of sixteen, he left to his uncle's house at Calicut.He was an Ayurvedic Practitioner. Under the training of uncle, Madhavan became an expert Ayurvedic Physician. Later he returned to Trikkaanipuram with the ambition of beginning an infirmary there. The elder brother gave Madhavan his barn for the purpose. Madhavan never liked his brother’s deeds and he was ready to help the downtrodden people. His elder brother never liked his mode of dealings.
Madhavan had several assistants in his infirmary. Political worker Ananthan Bhattathiri was one of them.
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He lay beside her, but he could not tolerate the softness of the feather-filled bed. He looked at Rosilie who had been fallen into deep sleep. Then slowly he got up. Walking to the next room, he brought the grass mat, a candle, a matchbox and a cuscus made hand-fan. He unrolled the mat in a corner and switched off the fluorescent lamp. He lay on the mat sweeping the fragrance giving hand-fan slowly, but he could not sleep.
Opening the out leading door, he got out. He saw a milky world. He walked through the moonlight. A tall palmetto tree with a lot of ripens and unripens black nuts in its leafy head stood looking at him - the shelter of a piksie. He looked at his watch - two o’clock. Quickly he got back into his room. Locking the door, he lay on his mat. As the darkness seemed to be hurting him, he switched on the fluorescent lamp. He fell into the ocean of whiteness. Within some moments, the light went out. He had heard of electricity failures. For his goodness, he had taken candles. He took out one and waited some time for knowing whether the fluorescent lamp would enlighten or not. It was in vain so he lit the candle using a matchbox. The feeble rays struggled for reaching all corners of the room. He lay on the mat without blowing out the candle. Slowly his mind began stroaming through unknown worlds. A dark loneliness surrounded his soul. Then his ears woke up to a strange sound, which was slowly changing into familiarity.
Shil... Shil... Shil... Shilu... Shil... Shilu... Shil...
“What is it? He wondered. Is it the sound of Poothali Chain, or is it of Kaasaali Chain? He had seen both the chains on the breast of Nangeli, Dathathreyan Namboodiri’s third wife. He longed his hand towards the candle, which was shedding more light than before. The sound was continuing. He got up with the candle and walked slowly to the next room where the ladder was fixed. He climbed up through the ladder and opened the door of the ceiling. Raising the candle, he looked around. The sound was stopped. He climbed down. Was it heard from outwards? He was perplexed. He opened the door of the room and went out to a world with milk flowing ambience. In the soft wind flowing earth, shadows fluttered as if disturbed.
He returned to his room, closed the door. Blowing out the candle, he lay beside Rosilie. He felt she had been in deep sleep, but without thinking anything; he caught hold of her tightly. His nose touched her cheek.
Shil... Shil... Shil... Shilu... Shil... Shilu... Shil... Shilu... Shil...
He felt something swirling inside. He unconsciously got slowly away from her.
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