Are you The Moon?

Grandmother's eyes glistened as she watched the moon rise over Srivilliputhur's ancient temple. She'd worked decades in textile mills, each paycheck carefully saved, yet never felt truly wealthy until now. Her granddaughter asked, "Why do you love the moon so much, Amma?" "Because it teaches us," she whispered. "It glows brightest in darkness, just like our ancestors illuminated this land through art and devotion." The girl smiled, embarrassed by her grandmother's poetry. But standing there, under that celestial glow, watching generations connect across Chennai's heritage, she understood. Some treasures can't be earned—they're inherited and passed forward.