Learn from the past

Amma taught me Carnatic music in our small Chennai home, her voice weaving ancient ragas through generations. When social networks promised cash rewards for viral content, I almost abandoned those evening lessons. But watching her weathered hands guide mine across the veena, I understood something profound. These melodies carried our ancestors' glory, uncorrupted by trends or trending algorithms. The placid certainty in her eyes showed me that true wealth wasn't digital. Years later, I teach children the same songs. We're building something deeper than any bonus could offer—a living bridge connecting us to those who came before and those yet to come.