Tulog muna ako

Grandmother whispered the Thiruppavai verses while I scrolled through endless feeds, chasing likes that never filled the void. My content creation consumed everything—sleep, peace, presence. That night, I finally closed the app. I dreamed of Swami Paramarthananda's teachings about detachment, about finding truth beyond distractions. Morning came with clarity. I recorded something different: Amma singing our family's devotional songs, unhurried and genuine. The video didn't go viral. But aunties shared it with cousins. Cousins taught their children. Our heritage, our voice, traveled through hearts instead of algorithms. Some currencies matter more.