In the enchanting town of Kolampuram, a house named Pulli Ram Nivas stood along the sacred lanes of Kodu Agraharam. This wasn’t just any house. It was a magical haven. Here, the art of kolams wove the threads of life, love, and legacy. At its heart was Queen Bama. She was a woman of unparalleled wisdom and strength. She ruled her home with grace. Meanwhile, she balanced her duties in the bustling kingdom beyond. King Swami who is now watching over from the heavens, was her encouraging partner.

The month of Margazhi had arrived, a season when Kolampuram shimmered with celestial beauty. The air was crisp, the mornings were kissed by mist, and every doorstep of Kodu Agraharam bloomed with intricate kolams. None could rival the masterpieces created at Pulli Ram Nivas. Within its walls lived Princess Suseela, the Kolam Enchantress. Prince Kannan, her younger brother, was a quiet observer. Her younger sister, Princess Radha, brought a playful spark to the otherwise tranquil mornings.

Each day began before dawn. Queen Bama would light the sacred lamp at the thulasi maadam. Then, she called out to her children. “Suseela, Radha, Kanna, wake up! The magic of Margazhi awaits!” The sleepy town still slumbered. Meanwhile, the courtyard of Pulli Ram Nivas buzzed with life. Suseela prepared to create her enchanting kolams.

To Suseela, kolams were not just designs—they were spells cast upon the earth, weaving beauty and devotion into every line. She would sit in the courtyard. Her hands moved with the precision of an artist. She transformed dots of rice powder into breathtaking patterns. Prince Kannan would watch from the doorway, his eyes wide with curiosity.

“Akka, why do you spend so much time on these kolams?” he asked one morning. “They disappear so quickly.”

Suseela paused, her fingers tracing the air as though she were drawing an invisible line. “Kanna, kolams are like life. The dots are scattered moments, waiting to be connected. When we draw the lines, we turn chaos into beauty. Even if it fades, the joy of creating it stays forever.”

Her words, like her kolams, left an impression that lingered long after.

Queen Bama, though busy with her royal duties beyond the home, was always there to guide. She watched over her children with a loving but sharp eye. “Radha, my mischievous princess, stop turning the lotus into a laughing face! And Suseela, make sure the borders flow like poetry, not a crooked path!” she would tease. Radha would giggle and add her playful swirls, much to Suseela’s mock frustration.

As Margazhi unfolded, the kolams grew more intricate, and the fame of Suseela’s artistry spread throughout Kolampuram. Neighbors would gather outside Pulli Ram Nivas, marveling at the patterns. “Bama, your daughter’s kolams look like they were drawn by celestial beings!” one elder said. Queen Bama, with a proud smile, replied, “It’s not just her hands. It’s her soul that creates them.”

Finally, the day of Pongal arrived, the grand culmination of Margazhi’s devotion and creativity. On this day, Suseela created her greatest masterpiece yet. The courtyard of Pulli Ram Nivas transformed into a living tapestry. A radiant sun rested at its center. It symbolized gratitude and life. Sugarcane and overflowing pots surrounded it. Intricate patterns seemed to dance with the morning light. Radha added her playful touches, and even Kannan placed a few careful strokes under Suseela’s watchful eye.

When the kolam was complete, the entire street gathered in awe. The sunlight kissed the rice powder, making it shimmer like stardust. “This isn’t just a kolam—it’s a prayer to the heavens!” someone whispered.

That evening, the family sat together enjoying sweet pongal. Queen Bama looked at her children with pride and tenderness. “Do you see, my dears? Life is like this kolam. Each of us is a dot, and it’s our love and effort that connect us into something beautiful. Your Appa understood this, and it’s what makes Pulli Ram Nivas the home it is today.”

As the stars twinkled above Kolampuram that night, Prince Kannan lay in bed. He thought about Suseela’s kolams, Amma’s wisdom, Radha’s spark, and Appa’s silent strength. He realized that their home wasn’t just a house. It was a living kolam of memories, love, and tradition. It was drawn anew with every passing day.

The story of Pulli Ram Nivas continued in the magical town of Kolampuram. It unfolded under the glow of Margazhi stars. It progressed one kolam at a time.

The End. ✨