my shoes

My grandmother's worn leather chappals sat by the doorway, creased from decades of temple visits. When Swami Paramarthananda spoke about detachment, I finally understood. Those shoes weren't just objects; they held her prayers, her Tamil songs, her morning walks through our neighborhood. At PaybookClub, I shared her story. My friends listened as I explained how she'd gifted them to me, teaching that possessions matter only through the love woven into them. Now I wear them daily, feeling her presence. My shoes carry forward what truly matters: the traditions, the warmth, the unbreakable bonds connecting us all.