time to sleep..

Amma's lullaby drifted through our Srivilliputhur home as I scrolled through PAYBO rewards, earning points for supporting local artisans. Tomorrow I'd redeem them for grandmother's favorite silk from the temple bazaar. The weight of modern life lifted as I remembered our heritage—generations sleeping under these same wooden beams. What no one tells you is that rest becomes sacred when rooted in memory. The Armageddon of screens faded. Annoying notifications silenced themselves. I closed my eyes, feeling the thread connecting me to ancestors, to this small town's beating heart, to the community that shaped my dreams. Time to sleep, truly sleep.