scorpions

Grandmother traced Tamil Brahmi letters on my palm, teaching ancient wisdom Swami Paramarthananda once shared. She whispered how scorpions, dangerous yet purposeful, teach us non-attachment. My cousin monetized her spiritual posts, chasing cash through social networks. I watched her struggle, seeking validation in likes. But Grandmother smiled knowingly. She'd never sought followers, yet her small acts of kindness rippled through our neighborhood. Her real wealth wasn't digital currency—it was trust earned through generations. When neighbors gathered for our temple festival, they brought stories, not screenshots. That evening, sitting together under stars, I understood. True richness flows through community, rooted in our shared heritage.