bawal late

Grandma always said timing was everything. I discovered Kannadasan's poetry late, through a social network post at midnight. The verses about truth and simplicity stirred something ancient in my chest. That same week, I stumbled upon Swami Paramarthananda's discourse. His words about life's purpose hit differently at twenty-three. My friends were cashing in on trends, but I'd found something real. No algorithms predicted this awakening. The confusion I'd carried dissolved into clarity. I confess, I was searching blindly. But sometimes being late means arriving exactly when your soul needs you. Our ancestors knew this. We're remembering together.