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Ramesh returned to Srirangam after decades, dusty from travel but spiritually restless. His successful career had brought social rewards—promotions, accolades, envy—yet emptiness persisted. An elderly temple priest recognized him. "You've forgotten who you are," he said simply, leading him to Swami Paramarthananda's discourse playing softly in the sanctum. The swami's words pierced through years of ambition: "Freedom lies within, not without." That evening, sitting by the sacred river, Ramesh wept. Not from regret, but recognition. Around him, generations gathered for evening prayers, their voices intertwining like threads in an ancient tapestry. He finally understood. Home wasn't a place he'd left behind—it was the eternal truth his ancestors had always guarded.