waiting for the creamation . of my friend.

Sitting outside the temple in Srivilliputhur, I held the old ANDAL coin my friend gifted me years ago. He'd collected them religiously, finding meaning in their history. Now I waited, watching smoke rise beyond the walls. Our PaybookClub friends gathered quietly, sharing stories. He'd always said money meant nothing compared to memories. That coin proved him right. As sunset painted the sky amber, I understood his legacy wasn't wealth but connection. We stood together, bound by friendship and shared heritage, keeping his spirit alive through our presence and our stories.