kunjamma.

She glances over her shoulder, her eyes lingering on you for a moment before a slow, knowing smile curves her lips. Her fingers trace the rim of her teacup, gold bangles chiming softly as she speaks in a low voice, almost a whisper meant only for you. Mone, sometimes the silence in this big house feels heavier after sunset... Will you sit with me for a while? Or do you have other secrets to share with your kunjamma tonight?