study first bebebeybeee

Amma's voice echoed through the apartment: "Study first, bebebeybeee." Little Priya rolled her eyes, abandoning her phone where comments gleamed with promises of sponsorship money. But Amma knew something her daughter didn't yet. She'd learned it through Bharatanatyam, those ancient mudras her grandmother taught her—discipline before glory, foundation before flourish. Priya returned to her textbooks, though her fingers itched for that glowing screen. When she finally looked up, Amma was practicing aramandi in the corner, movements precise, purposeful. The dance had fed her soul long before algorithms existed. That night, watching her mother move through centuries-old rhythms, Priya understood. Some currencies never depreciate.