very nice view

Ravi scrolled through the comments beneath his photograph of Srirangam's golden towers at sunrise. Handsome, someone wrote. He smiled, thinking of Swami Paramarthananda's teachings about ego and attachment. The social media algorithm had finally paid him well—sponsorships, collaborations, followers multiplying like temple bells ringing. Yet watching the sunset from the inner sanctum steps, Ravi felt something shift. The old self-hatred dissolved into placid acceptance. His grandmother appeared beside him, her weathered hands touching his shoulder. "The view is nice," she whispered, "but nicer when shared with family." He understood then. Heritage wasn't currency. It was belonging.