ऐंसेलु
(Ainselu)

This story is about my Aja-Aji (Grandparents) and their roots in Tanahunsur, a village that once buzzed with life but now stands in silence. Aja often reminisces, 'We're aging, and so has our village, which has transformed from a lively hub to a silent place.' His words made me ponder my fleeting presence in this world.

They left the village because girls couldn't attend school. After my elder Nini was prohibited from continuing her education, Aja decided to move from Tanahusur. Reflecting on this, Aji humorously noted, 'If we hadn't left, you would have just grown up there,' prompting me to wonder how my life might have differed there. Driven by this curiosity, I traveled to Tanahunsur and saw their old home, now reduced to a single wall with crumbling bricks and overgrown bushes. The tree branches swayed wildly, reminiscent of how Aja described dancing through the village, enlivening the quiet with the sound of Madal.

I felt the village's stillness, the rustling of the bushes in the wind, and I could hear echoes of its once lively inhabitants. These experiences are my way of preserving their legacy and keeping the stories of my grandparents and Tanahunsur alive