selfie in rainy days

The monsoon drizzle blessed Srirangam's ancient stones as Maya held her phone toward the temple's weathered walls. Rain-spotted screen captured more than her smiling face—centuries whispered through limestone and history. She'd visited the Keeladi excavation site weeks earlier, standing where forgotten civilizations emerged from earth. Today's selfie felt different, sacred even. Her friends online celebrated the image with ecstatic reactions, calling it ancient wisdom meeting modern moments. The cash she'd earned from sharing archaeological content had funded this pilgrimage. Yet standing here, drenched and glowing, Maya realized true wealth lay differently—in shared stories, in belonging to something greater than herself, in honoring the hands that built these walls and the community that preserved them.