Neither a Monkey nor a Prisoner: A letter from a worthy postman

<p>In the rain-washed lanes of 1970s Pozhichalur Visu walks unnoticed broke belittled and bound to a postman&rsquo;s bag. His father calls him useless. The village barely looks up. But he has the ambition to pass his 10th standard exam and rewrite his fate. When floods halt the milkman&rsquo;s rounds an ancient temple crumbles and whispers of dacoits stir the air he delivers more than mail. Grocers priests students and even sceptics see something in him. This is the story of the slow rise of a young postman who without fanfare becomes the thread that holds a community together.&nbsp;</p>