We had a sordid past where the farmer who worked in the soil for days to fill the Patthayapura of his birth lord was branded as a subordinate and slave and relegated to the back of time.
But still he was not denied his freedom of expression.
During the rest of the work and during the auspicious activities of the society, his dreams, hop... es and dreams, when he beat the beat of his chest under the cover of dance, beautiful folk songs and folk arts were born....+ More
