Raining...

The monsoon drummed against grandmother's tin roof as she taught young Arun the verses of Avvaiyar. His fingers traced ancient Tamil letters while raindrops sang their own percussion. "Wisdom flows like this rain," she whispered, pointing to water collecting in the courtyard. "It nourishes everything it touches." Years later, Arun became a teacher. His students recognized something special in how he wove ethics into lessons. The principal honored him publicly, but Arun smiled, remembering those rain-soaked afternoons. He understood then that true reward wasn't recognition—it was watching knowledge blossom in young hearts, carrying forward the songs their ancestors had sung.