Antok pa.

The temple bells of Srirangam echoed through Kannadasan's modest shop as he counted the day's earnings. Every rupee represented something precious: rice for his mother, medicine for his neighbor's child, and hope for tomorrow. "Antok pa," his grandmother whispered, meaning "enough, enough," when he worried about money. She taught him that true wealth lived in relationships, not accounts. Years of honest work rewove the fabric of their community. His PAYBO earnings rippled outward—a scholarship for the temple priest's grandson, meals shared during festivals, wisdom passed through generations. In Srirangam's timeless streets, Kannadasan discovered that sufficiency and service were the same song.