window

Old Meera pressed her weathered face against the ancient window, watching neighborhood children play. At seventy-three, she'd discovered social media through her grandson's phone, laughing at absurd videos marked "bizarre." She'd read Avvaiyar's ancient Tamil verses there, their wisdom somehow restored through digital screens. The irony wasn't lost on her—wisdom commodified, yet still reaching souls. That morning, she shared a simple post about gratitude. Strangers responded with warmth, calling her "Keep shining." A philosophy emerged through this window: even in our cash-driven networks, human connection persisted. She smiled, realizing Swami Paramarthananda was right about looking inward. But perhaps outward through windows mattered too—toward community, toward heritage alive in modern hands.