Tutok na tutok sa fone! 🙄

Amma caught me scrolling again, shaking her head. "Tutok na tutok sa fone," she sighed, reciting Thiruppavai verses instead—ancient Tamil words about devotion and presence. I paused, feeling the weight of her disappointment. She'd taught me those prayers since childhood, each line a thread connecting us to generations before us. That evening, I filmed her singing those sacred verses, the algorithm rewarding my content with unexpected earnings. But watching her voice reach thousands felt hollow without her blessing. I put the phone down and asked her to teach me again, properly this time. Her smile was worth infinitely more than any digital payment.