Mooper

Our people were not trained to survive, they were trained to sacrifice their lives. Our honour is more precious than our survival. We will choose death over losing our respect. You could kill me, but I swear you can’t near our women in our village. Come on, take me to your king! No! Drag me all the way! Or why don't you just thrash me as you wish? You will witness my blood, but not my pain! You will witness my death, but not my tears. Because people lovingly call me 'Mooper' of Poompozhi.