For a moment, both sides of the road leading to Kolakkanatham town off the Chennai-Trichy highway (NH 45) look like jasmine gardens. But less of green leaves and more of big white 'flowers' make one look at them closely. These are ripe cotton bolls ready for harvest, and men and women, young and old, are working swiftly – it's the final lap of the harvest season.
Dhivya finishes her shift in the cotton field and arrives at the bus stand in her two-wheeler. Rolling up her dupatta over the left wrist, the chirpy young woman smiles at us. "Shall we go to our village? Sirukanpur is where I live." Dhivya leads us on her bike and as we follow her, we get to see more and more long stretches of cotton fields.
As she parks her vehicle, another young woman, Ambikapathi, all of just three-and-a-half feet tall, greets us. "We became friends at one of the swimming events," Dhivya tells us. She swiftly brings out a few trophies she won in swimming and athletics championships.
Dhivya lost a part of her left hand while fetching water from an open well when she was eight years old. "My parents went for puthur kattu [a traditional bone setting practice]. It did not help since some parts of the bone were broken into pieces," she recalls. The septic wounds later led to loss of a few inches in her forearm's length, she says as she unwinds her dupatta off the wrist.
Getting back to playing, Dhivya as a child ignored her loss and moved on. The family cultivates cotton on the inherited land and she works in the field as the other family members do. "We stagger sowing of seeds in our land so that we get to work in others' lands and earn some money. I pluck cotton bolls of about 70 kilos a day, just like a normal person does and sometimes more too" says Dhivya with a sheepish smile shuffling through the two-dozen certificates on hand.






