Ammamma’s Endless Stories 👵✨

Under the shade of the grand banyan tree in our Telangana village courtyard, Ammamma was our gateway to magical worlds. As the sun set and kerosene lanterns were lit, we would huddle together on woven cots (mancham). She would begin with 'Anaganaga...' (Once upon a time...), and instantly, we were transported to kingdoms of bravery, talking animals, and divine miracles. The flicker of the lantern cast dancing shadows on the walls, making every tale come alive. Those nights were our cinema, our adventure, and our deepest comfort. Even now, the smell of kerosene or a quiet evening reminds us of her voice, echoing through time.