your bridge home
Grandma's Stories
A boy left one small cloth in his keeping and came back for it. Nothing in the world weighed the same.
Amarneethi ran a rest-house at Nallur for pilgrims.
Anybody could stop there. He gave them food, and he gave them fresh cloth, and he did not ask for anything.
The rest of this story, read aloud, and a new one every day.