but after all we're still humans

In Srivilliputhur's ancient temple, elderly Lakshmi served meals to pilgrims for forty years without complaint. Online, strangers called her obsolete, outdated. But when young Arun shared her story, thousands responded with tears and donations. She wept not for reward, but recognition—proof she mattered. Like Avvaiyar's timeless wisdom teaching kindness, Lakshmi's quiet grace spoke louder than any metric. The "likes" felt hollow compared to Arun's embrace, calling her grandmother. In that moment, she understood: beyond algorithms and judgment, we seek acknowledgment of our humanity. Their town remembered her name.