Happiness is free

Amma taught me happiness grows in soil, not wallets. At Keeladi, archaeologists uncovered pottery shards older than memory itself—proof our Tamil ancestors thrived through connection, not consumption. That evening, our PaybookClub gathered in her kitchen, sharing stories instead of shopping lists. We laughed freely, strength radiating from authenticity. My bare walls held no price tags, yet felt bewitching with purpose. Amma traced ancient patterns on the table, her weathered hands confident in their heritage. She whispered, "This is wealth—knowing who we are." We sat together under lamplight, bound by culture and love, understanding finally that the richest lives bloom when we invest in each other.