They were my ancestors.
A Temple used to be a marking point of all such settlements. The Sri Venugopala Swami temple at Purakkad was established in the seventeenth century I guess. The temple can be seen when we travel by bus from Ampalappuzha to Harippad through the NH47, on the left side of the road, just after the Purakkad bus stop (The Limited Stop passengers don't stop here). The Western Gopuram has been renovated recently, but the Eastern one still looks ancient.
Why am I writing it now?
Yesterday evening, while coming back from the vegetable shop with a bag of tomatoes and potatoes, I was thinking of all this. My grandfather Vamana Vadhyar (father's father), whom I have never seen, used to be the priest in this temple. His father was Kallu Vadhyar. I don't know his father's name.
Around hundred years ago, My great grand father also might have walked from market to home with a bag of vegetables, dreaming of future. And there goes 100 years and even I don't know, even his name. So that is life.
Yesterday I watched the movie "Pushpak" in television. It was real fun. I had seen it many years back, in a black and white TV, but had forgotten most of it. Great direction by Singitham Srinivasa Rao in making this dialogue-less movie.