Sidewalk

An elderly man swept the temple sidewalk every morning, his movements meditative like Swami Paramarthananda's teachings. Nobody praised him, yet he continued, remembering poet Kannadasan's words about humble service transcending ego. Years passed unnoticed. One morning, a child stopped, watching intently. "Why do you do this?" she asked. He smiled. "Because the path should be clean for those seeking truth." She returned daily, then brought friends. The sidewalk became sacred ground, where generations gathered. What seemed invisible work had planted seeds of devotion that bloomed across generations, honoring the village's spiritual legacy.