nothing to do

Grandmother sat on the worn temple steps, veena resting against her shoulder. Her grandson scrolled frantically through screens, chasing digital wealth like fireflies at dusk. "Beta, why rush?" she asked, fingers finding the familiar raga. He paused, watching her play. The melody unfolded—Swami Paramarthananda's teachings woven through ancient notes about surrender and simplicity. She needed nothing, earned nothing in coins, yet possessed everything. The music stopped. He deleted the crypto app. "Teach me," he whispered, sitting beside her. She smiled, passing the veena forward. In that moment, generations reconnected, finding richness in our timeless heritage.