walang magawa

Amma taught me Thiruppavai verses during winter mornings, her voice trembling with devotion. Years later, scrolling through my phone, I found myself broke, watching friends exchange money through apps like digital karma. That December, I decided to teach my daughter the same songs Amma taught me. No app required, just our voices in the kitchen. When she finally sang flawlessly, something shifted. The community center asked us to perform. Suddenly, what seemed worthless became invaluable. Heritage, I realized, transcends currency. It strengthens bonds that no transaction can measure.