CHANDELIER

The old mansion's chandelier cast dancing shadows across grandmother's face as she hummed ancient hymns. She'd taught me Kannadasan's verses, how words could illuminate darkness. Years later, Swami Paramarthananda's wisdom reminded me that true light comes from within, not from crystal and gold. When the chandelier finally fell, I realized its breaking held no tragedy. The secret lay in accepting change with humility. Like my ancestors before me, I learned that satisfaction dwells not in possessing beauty, but in understanding it. Together, our community gathered in candlelight, preserving stories that truly matter, connecting past to present in timeless heritage.