In the heart of Thanjavur district, where the Kaveri River painted the fields emerald green, lived a 65-year-old widow named Janaki. Her world was a small, sun-drenched house with a crumbling red-tiled roof, a clucking flock of hens, and a lone coconut tree that had stood sentinel for three generations.
In the heart of Thanjavur district, where the Kaveri River painted the fields emerald green, lived a 65-year-old widow named Janaki. Her world was a small, sun-drenched house with a crumbling red-tiled roof, a clucking flock of hens, and a lone coconut tree that had stood sentinel for three generations.
