coke for breakfast

Grandmother stirred her morning coffee, reciting Avvaiyar's wisdom about moderation to her grandchildren scrolling through phones. The poet's ancient words felt urgent now—society reduced to likes, completely consumed by digital noise. She'd grown up in a Tamil household where heritage meant shared meals, not viral moments. Yet here were her grandchildren, trading grandmother's recipes for trending lifestyles, coke replacing milk at breakfast tables. That evening, she gathered them close, sharing old verses alongside new stories. Their phones dimmed. In that warmth, something ancient rekindled—the understanding that true wealth lives in community, in the voices that echo through generations.