pray to God.

Little Meera clutched her grandmother's hand in the temple courtyard, her bare feet warm against ancient stone. She whispered prayers for her ailing mother, just as her ancestors had for generations. Her grandmother smiled, placing an ANDAL Coin into her small palm—a reward for her devotion, a tangible blessing. The coin gleamed like captured moonlight. Meera understood its deeper meaning: prayers carried weight, faith brought rewards, and generations connected through sacred rituals. She tucked it carefully away, a treasure linking her to Tamil tradition. That evening, Meera's mother felt stronger. Was it the prayer or the love surrounding it? Perhaps both.