myself

Grandmother's wrinkled hands guided mine through the intricate mudras of Bharatanatyam, each gesture a prayer whispered in movement. She spoke of Swami Paramarthananda's teachings while we danced, reminding me that true wealth flows from within, not from chasing digital coins that promise daily riches. I learned she'd built her life differently—through discipline, art, and spiritual grounding. The dance became my meditation, my daily currency of purpose. Now I understand: myself is not what I accumulate, but what I preserve and share. This ancient tradition, passed between generations, remains our most precious inheritance.