Muthu Malayalam Magazine -

That night, Muthassi asked, "Unni, the TV is working now. Aren't you going to watch?"

"Appuppa, tomorrow, can we draw a new map and look for the 'hidden well' you talked about?" he asked, his eyes shining.

Grumbling, Unnikuttan followed his grandfather into the backyard. Under the old mango tree, Appuppan pointed to a small, dusty wooden box hidden behind a bush.

Unnikuttan hugged her. "No, Muthassi. Appuppan has a better story. A secret one. And I am the hero of it." muthu malayalam magazine

His grandmother would sigh. His mother would frown. But his grandfather, Appuppan, would just smile and rock silently in his old wooden chair.

End.

Published in the spirit of Muthu magazine – where every story plants a seed of goodness. That night, Muthassi asked, "Unni, the TV is working now

One Sunday, the power went out. The fan stopped. The TV screen went black. The village was silent except for the chirping of sparrows.

The best toys are not bought from a shop. They are passed down from love. And the best stories are not on a screen—they are hidden in the hearts of our grandparents.

Appuppan didn’t answer. He took the top, wound the string expertly, and threw it to the ground. Whirrrrr. The top spun like a blue blur. Then, he picked up three flat stones and skipped them across the small pond near the fence. Plip. Plip. Plip. The ripples spread wide. Under the old mango tree, Appuppan pointed to

"Muthassi! Where is the remote?" he would shout.

(A story for Muthu magazine)