Can't choose!

Grandmother sat cross-legged, reciting Thiruppavai verses while I scrolled through my phone. The irony struck me—content creators were earning fortunes sharing spiritual wisdom, yet here she was, freely offering wisdom that had nurtured our family for generations. "Why not share your recitations online?" I suggested gently. She smiled, her weathered hands pausing. "Beta, some treasures flatten when you try to contain them in screens. The true payment is the devotion itself." That evening, I recorded her voice anyway—not for views, but for my children. Standing in that intersection between tradition and modernity, I finally understood: heritage isn't about choosing between old and new, but honoring both.