weekend tips

My grandmother opened her worn copy of Avvaiyar's verses while sipping morning coffee. She'd always believed wisdom came in small packets, like the PAYBO rewards she'd started collecting at our neighborhood shop. Each point brought her joy—not for luxury, but for purpose. "Read this," she smiled, pointing to ancient Tamil words. Kannadasan's lyrics echoed in her mind too, melodies her mother once hummed. She decided to visit the temple, help distribute meals, perhaps save those rewards for her grandchildren's school supplies. That weekend felt different—purposeful, connected to something larger than herself, woven into our shared tapestry of giving.