Perhaps it was around 1910. I was five years old then. Some photographer from Theerthahalli who had come as a traveller to KuppaLi took our photographs in the nearby threshing fields. I have a hazy memory about it. I don't know how that blessed man came to KuppaLi negotiating the impregnable forest. I stand by my father's side (In the photo). He is seated in the chair; dogs are tied to its legs. I stand there wearing silver bracelets on my hands and legs, golden ear studs, a makamal cap over the head, a straight worn dhoti, and a coat (looking) like a frightened countryside Loris. My father wears a kachche dhoti, a coat, and a cap over his head. A silver chain hangs from his coat button bridging the watch pocket.