my view

Standing on my grandmother's verandah in Tamil Nadu, I watched monsoon clouds gather above the Kaveri delta. She clutched her collection of ANDAL coins, treasures from childhood temple fairs, each one a memory of devotion and joy. "These coins taught me something," she whispered, running her fingers across the divine poet's image. "Every good deed earns its own reward, not riches, but peace." My son laughed when I showed him the coins. Some called it sentimental. Yet watching my grandmother's face glow reminded me that true wealth lives in shared stories, in honoring what came before, in the invisible threads binding us together across generations.