breakfast

Every dawn, Meera prepared her mother's favorite breakfast—the same recipe passed down through generations in Srivilliputhur. While the dosa sizzled, she recited Thiruppavai verses, connecting with ancestors who'd done the same. This morning felt different. Her cryptocurrency portfolio had grown overnight, steady earnings flowing in. Financial independence felt tangible, yet something deeper stirred. Her mother watched from the doorway, smiling at the familiar ritual. Money came and went, but this—the steam rising, sacred words spoken, love served on a plate—remained solid, timeless. Meera understood then: true wealth wasn't what you earned alone, but what you shared with those you loved.