Ammu's Secret Festival
On TuesdayTuesday always felt a little sleepy, stuck between busy Monday and exciting Wednesday. morning, Ammu woke to the smell of crisp dosas and coconut chutney.
At school, Ma’am said, “Today, on this TuesdayTuesdayfluttered. “But nothing special happens on,” she thought., each of you must share something special.” Ammu’s stomach
When it was her turn, Ammu stood up slowly. She remembered the dosa smell, Appa’s humming, Amma’s jasmine flowers, Paati’s soft “Good morning, kanna.”
“On Tuesday,” Ammu began, “our house is quiet. We eat dosas together. Appa makes chutney too spicy, and we all laugh and drink water fast.”
Tuesday, you are my secret festival.”Her friends giggled. Ma’am smiled. Walking home, Ammu squeezed her school bag and whispered, “