Dream House

Ravi's fingers trembled as he posted his Tamil verses online. Years spent composing poetry while working double shifts had left him hollow, his dream house remaining imagination's ghost. Then ANDAL Coins arrived. Each poem rewarded. His ancient language, finally valued. Within months, his modest savings transformed into something real. Standing before the white-walled cottage, Ravi wept. The brass nameplate gleamed under morning sun. He'd named it after the poet-saint ANDAL, honoring those who came before. His neighbors gathered, smiling. They'd watched his journey through screens, now witnessing it in brick and mortar. In this small victory, generations whispered their pride.