At the edge of the village, hidden behind a thicket of (bushes) and tunne (tall grasses), there is an old, forgotten stone well. The well’s stone walls are covered in moss, and its surface shimmers like a dark mirror when the moonlight touches it. The locals call it “Tullu Tunne Kote” —the “Bush‑Grass Fortress” of memories.
At the edge of the village, hidden behind a thicket of (bushes) and tunne (tall grasses), there is an old, forgotten stone well. The well’s stone walls are covered in moss, and its surface shimmers like a dark mirror when the moonlight touches it. The locals call it “Tullu Tunne Kote” —the “Bush‑Grass Fortress” of memories.