THE SUPPER OF DISSENT
Ennekurichu kanivarna anuvadamekoo Innathe raviliha bhakshanashalyinkal Ennekumayi nadanamonu ivaladidatte Pinne karutha mruthithan madhu njan kudikkam (Grant me your kind permission/ Here in this dining hall tonight/Let me perform one last dance forever/ Then, I shall drink the nectar of dark death)—Narthaki, Vyloppilli Sreedhara Menon On a cold October morning in 1917, a 12-member firing squad…