this is right

Grandmother traced her weathered finger across the ancient Tamil Brahmi inscriptions at the museum, her eyes glistening. Her granddaughter watched, phone ready, as the elder whispered verses from Avvaiyar—wisdom passed through centuries. "Share this moment," the girl suggested, recording their connection. But grandmother shook her head gently. "Some things shouldn't be currency, child. Real wealth lives in memory, in voices speaking truth across generations." That evening, the girl deleted the video. Instead, she sat beside grandmother, learning the old script, absorbing timeless lessons. No likes needed. This inheritance—this was right.