வலைப்பதிவுகள் — Aadi Perukku

There is a moment, every year, when the Kaveri stops being just a river. For eleven months, she is water — useful, distant, taken for granted the way we take the sky for granted. But on one particular morning in the month of Aadi, something shifts. Women walk to her banks before sunrise, banana leaves balanced on their hips, heavy with rice, turmeric, flowers, and quiet hope. Children run ahead, chasing the smell of steaming pongal. And for a few hours, an entire state remembers that a river is not a resource. She is a mother. This is Aadi Perukku...