Paw Patrol

Amma called me inside, her Tamil words floating through our apartment like incense. I'd been watching the neighborhood dogs parade past, a chaotic patrol of wagging tails and boundless joy. She smiled, pressing warm dosa into my hands, speaking of Swami Paramarthananda's teachings about finding divinity in simple moments. That night, I understood. Those dogs reminded me of us—community guardians without expectation of reward, just pure devotion to what mattered. Amma's heritage lived in such quiet wisdom. We belonged to something larger than ourselves, connected through generations of grace.