When Silence Entered the Courtyard
Not long after, my grandfather passed away.
Without him, the heart of the house seemed to stop beating.
My grandmother moved in with my chittapa and stayed with us occasionally. Slowly, the ancestral home began to remain empty.
With my father busy with work and business, our village visits reduced.
Temple festivals were missed.
Family gatherings stopped.
The house that once held generations now stood quiet.
Walls aged.
Plants overgrew.
Memories remained.
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