my favorite biccuit

Grandmother handed me a coconut biscuit, the same one she'd made for decades. "Avvaiyar said wisdom tastes sweetest when shared," she whispered, her weathered hands trembling slightly. I posted the photo online, never expecting it to resonate. Comments flooded in—people recognizing their own grandmothers in the image. The post went viral, and suddenly, I earned enough to help her business thrive. But the real treasure wasn't monetary. It was watching her joy spread through our community, each biscuit carrying stories of Thiruppavai mornings, of devotion and love passed through generations. Some legacies can't be monetized; they multiply through hearts.