Muthu — Malayalam Magazine

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

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

"Your turn," Appuppan said.

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.

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. muthu malayalam magazine

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.

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. One Sunday, the power went out

"Ammede! What will I do now?" Unnikuttan whined, lying flat on the mat.

Appuppan closed his newspaper and chuckled. "Come, Unni. I want to show you something." The village was silent except for the chirping of sparrows

Published in the spirit of Muthu magazine – where every story plants a seed of goodness.