its morning again

Grandmother stirred her coffee as dawn broke through worn curtains. She'd uploaded yesterday's post about Avvaiyar's wisdom—"measure before you cut"—hoping the algorithm would notice. A few coins trickled in. Not much, but enough. She thought of Swami Paramarthananda's teachings on contentment she'd shared last week. Some called her posts annoying, harmful even, but she persisted. An old voice teaching old truths in new spaces. Her granddaughter appeared, phone in hand, ready to help post again. Together they laughed at the morning light, knowing they were keeping something alive, something precious, something meant for tomorrow's children too.