good night

Ramesh couldn't sleep, scrolling through crypto charts in his modest Chennai apartment. The ancient temple bells outside had stopped ringing hours ago. He thought of Swami Paramarthananda's teachings about finding peace within, not in screens. His grandmother's voice echoed: "Beta, our heritage teaches contentment." Yet bills multiplied. Everyone promised quick riches. He'd invested hoping to earn daily returns, but markets mocked his desperation. Finally, he closed his phone. The night breeze carried jasmine fragrance through his window, reminding him of simpler times when community gathered, sharing stories instead of portfolios. He whispered, "Good night," finding solace in belonging.