my photo gallery

Grandmother scrolled through her phone, eyes glistening. Among selfies and grandchildren's pictures lay one faded photograph: Avvaiyar's statue from her village temple. She'd attended Swami Paramarthananda's discourse there decades ago, his words about inner wealth still echoing. Her grandson asked why she never posted the glamorous vacation photos that earned thousands of likes. She smiled, showing him instead the gallery's forgotten corner: her mother cooking, old festivals, handwritten letters. "Real treasure," she whispered, "isn't what others react to. It's what connects us to who we truly are." He finally understood.