Muthu Malayalam - Magazine

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

Inside, Unnikuttan expected gold coins or jewels. Instead, he found a rusty spinning top ( pambaram ), a set of painted stones, and a thin, hand-drawn map.

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

For two hours, the grandfather and grandson played under the mango tree. Appuppan taught him how to balance the top with a flick of the wrist. He taught him the secret angle to throw the stones so they would dance on water.

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. "Appuppa, tomorrow, can we draw a new map

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

End.

Appuppan closed his newspaper and chuckled. "Come, Unni. I want to show you something."