HAPPY SUNDAY

Grandmother's hands trembled as she arranged flowers before the Ranganatha idol, just as she'd done every Sunday for sixty years in Srirangam. Her granddaughter watched from the doorway, camera remote in hand, wanting to capture this moment. "Why film, beta?" she asked, glowing with that familiar warmth. "To remember you, Amma. To share your love." The old woman smiled, understanding at last. Sometimes the greatest reward isn't recognition, but knowing your heritage matters enough to preserve. That Sunday, as evening light blessed the temple courtyard, three generations stood together, woven through tradition and time.