My Night Dreams

Last winter, I dreamed of Srirangam's ancient temples glowing beneath starlight. The vision startled me awake, burning with purpose. I'd always hungered to understand my grandmother's devotion, her whispered recitations of Thiruppavai before dawn. That morning, I decided to learn properly. The classes helped me earn PAYBO certification, validating what my heart already knew. My spunk returned as I chanted those sacred verses, finally connecting with something deeper. Now my nights shimmer with understanding. I see not just temples, but generations of women passing forward their light. My dreams have become our family's shared song, woven through time.