Afternoon selfie

Grandmother insisted on the photograph. At seventy-three, she'd finally embraced her phone, giggling like a schoolgirl as we positioned ourselves before the Srirangam temple's golden tower. "Avvaiyar wrote about moments like these," she whispered, adjusting her sari. "Fleeting joy that connects souls." I laughed as she made a silly face. She shared it immediately—her first post ever. Comments flooded in from cousins across continents, each one a digital embrace. Later, sitting together, she showed me the reactions with pride. Not about validation, but something deeper: a grandmother bridging yesterday and tomorrow, reminding us that real wealth isn't measured in likes, but in laughter shared across generations.