my son

Every morning, my son watches me prepare for temple visits to Srirangam and Srivilliputhur, our family's spiritual anchors. He sketches the intricate gopurams while sitting beside me. Last month, our PaybookClub circle noticed his drawings and commissioned him to illustrate our community heritage calendar. Watching him find purpose through our traditions feels surefire and priceless simultaneously. He's discovered something ancient holds meaning for him too. The other members treat him like a young artist, encouraging his passion. Yesterday, he asked if we could visit together next month. In that simple question, I glimpsed our heritage continuing through his hands, our community strengthening through his curiosity.