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.
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. muthu malayalam magazine
Unnikuttan hugged her. "No, Muthassi. Appuppan has a better story. A secret one. And I am the hero of it." Appuppan didn’t answer