The golden morning light filtered gently through the sheer curtains of Chowdeshwari Nilaya, casting a warm glow over the traditional South Indian home in Bangalore.
A beautiful blend of tradition and modernity, the house exuded warmth and history - a wooden door carved with intricate designs of Goddess Durga greeted visitors, while a
Radha - Krishna fountain graced the front garden, surrounded by blooming jasmines and hibiscus.
In the quiet of the morning, everything felt peaceful, the air filled with the soft rustle of leaves and the chirping of birds.
Upstairs, sunlight danced across Tripura's face, nudging her from sleep.
She stirred, savoring the quiet before opening her eyes, watching the beams of light fill her room.
"Ammaa, nee evalo somberi! Eppovum ippadi thoongina irukkadhe!" ("Mom, how lazy you are! Don't keep sleeping like this all the time!"). A bright voice rang from the doorway.
Tripura laughed, rolling over to find her four - year - old daughter Siya standing with her arms crossed, her expression as serious as her chubby, angelic face could muster.
Siya's bright eyes sparkled, her cheeks flushed with the excitement of her early - morning "wake - up" mission.
Pulling herself up, Tripura gave Siya a playful look. "Hey, kutty, waking up early isn't good for your beauty, you know?" she teased, scooping Siya into a hug.
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Layers of Us
General FictionIn a world where tradition dictates the heart, Tripura Nagrajan finds herself trapped in an arranged marriage she never wanted. A compassionate soul with a passion for animals and a thriving career as a psychologist, actress, and business tycoon, T...
