good morning

Every dawn, Meera whispers Thiruppavai verses her grandmother taught her, standing on their Chennai home's worn stone steps. This heritage ritual grounds her, though some call her devotion quaint. Yesterday, a stranger paused, mesmerized by her singing, and left a generous donation for the temple restoration fund. Her neighbor laughed, calling her meritorious, yet Meera knows better. This isn't about praise or reward. It's about preserving something sacred, keeping ancestors' voices alive through modern streets. When her children finally joined her this morning, humming along uncertainly, she understood true wealth. Our city breathes through such small resurrections.