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(A story for Muthu magazine)

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

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. muthu malayalam magazine

Hesitantly, Unnikuttan tried. The top wobbled and fell. His stones sank with a heavy dunk . He tried again. And again.

"A top? Stones?" Unnikuttan laughed. "This is your treasure?" (A story for Muthu magazine) "Ammede

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.

By evening, the power returned. But Unnikuttan did not run inside. He took the top, wound the string expertly,

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

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.