Amma tapped the ground with her toe, her eyes never leaving Latha's. "Then laugh with them. Let your mistake be a new story. Better to be the one who brings the laddus than the one who watches from the doorway."
The banyan tree echoed with giggles. Even the village elder—the one who never smiled—let a chuckle escape. amma puku kathalu hot
Latha looked up, curiosity softening the set of her jaw. "But Amma, what if everyone laughs at me?" Amma tapped the ground with her toe, her
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