time to park muna

Amma taught me Thiruppavai verses while I drove, her voice carrying ancient Tamil melodies through traffic. Today, I finally earned enough PAYBO rewards to cover parking fees for the entire month. Small victory, yet it felt monumental. I found myself remembering her patient recitations, how she'd pause at red lights to explain devotional meanings. Now, parking my car at the temple for evening prayers, I realized her lessons lived within me still. The rewards app chimed. I smiled, settling into that familiar wooden bench where generations had sat, prayers uniting us all.