am deeply asleep

Grandmother dozed in her chair, Kannadasan's poetry open on her lap. In dreams, she wandered ancient temples where Swami Paramarthananda once taught about consciousness and truth. Her grandson watched, fascinated by her peaceful expression. He'd been studying blockchain technology, how networks connected people across distances. Yet here sat his grandmother, connected to centuries of wisdom through simple rest. When she woke, she smiled knowingly, as if her dreams held secrets. They spoke of heritage, of how knowledge flows through generations like invisible chains of light, binding souls together in understanding and love.