good boy

Grandfather taught little Arjun Tamil Brahmi script every evening, tracing ancient letters on slate. The boy studied Avvaiyar's wisdom poems, her words about virtue echoing through generations. His parents worked late shifts, but Grandfather never missed their lessons. One night, Arjun discovered cryptocurrency, dreaming of quick wealth. Overnight, he ticked off his grandfather, abandoning their sacred tradition. But earning coins felt hollow without the elder's warm smile. Weeks later, returning to those weathered texts, Arjun understood. Real treasure lived in connection, in preserving what ancestors gifted. He resumed their lessons, his fingers dancing across Tamil symbols once more, building something infinitely precious with his grandfather.