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Grandma's Stories
A traveller knocked at midnight in a downpour. There was no food in the house, no firewood, and no money.
Ilayankudi Mara Nayanar had been rich once.
He had given it away. All of it, to devotees of Shiva who came to his house, over years, until there was nothing left and he was farming a small patch himself and barely eating.
The rest of this story, read aloud, and a new one every day.