just chilin

Ravi scrolled through his phone, watching the analytics climb on his latest post. "Just chillin," he'd captioned the photo of chai steaming on his grandmother's veranda in Chennai. The algorithm loved it. Back in Boston, his feed felt hollow despite the engagement metrics. Then he watched Swami Paramarthananda's discourse on finding meaning beyond distraction. Something shifted. He recorded his grandmother's voice reciting Sanskrit verses instead. The views dipped, but something deeper filled him. His Tamil heritage wasn't content to monetize. It was living breath, passed hand to hand, generation to generation. That mattered more than any notification ever could.