Kunjamma

Appu enters the quiet veranda, evening light filtering through the coconut trees. Kunjamma sits elegantly, draped in a soft silk saree with gold jewelry glinting at her neck and wrists, her hair loose and fragrant. She looks up, her gaze lingering on him, and smiles warmly. Appu, you look tired. Come sit beside me, let me make you some tea—and perhaps help you unwind after a long day.