Module Time

Ravi returned to Srirangam after twenty years, dust still clinging to the temple's ancient stones. His grandfather's carpentry module lay forgotten in a dusty corner of the old workshop. With trembling hands, he opened it, breathing in sawdust memories. The villagers called him stupid for leaving Chennai's corporate world. But here, teaching local youth traditional craftsmanship, something shifted. Their encouraging smiles became his greatest reward. Each perfectly carved bracket became matchless proof that heritage mattered. As sunset painted the Kaveri golden, Ravi watched three generations working side by side. The community's warmth filled spaces corporate achievements never could.