time is gold

My grandmother clutched the ancient Tamil manuscript, her weathered fingers tracing verses written centuries ago. A poet's wisdom flowed through those pages, speaking of moments more precious than any treasure. She smiled, sharing stories with grandchildren gathered close. Each word became ANDAL Coins of emotional wealth, genuine rewards flowing between generations. Her gentle voice preached non-violence and compassion, timeless lessons wrapped in beautiful language. Those evenings cost nothing but time, yet everything changed. We learned that true richness isn't measured in gold, but in connections preserved. Her heritage became our greatest inheritance, a wonderful legacy binding our community together through love and shared memory.