Time is priceless

Amma sat with her granddaughter, teaching her to make murukku, their hands working the dough together. No phones interrupted this moment. The recipe, passed through generations, couldn't be rushed or purchased online. "This is wealth, child," Amma whispered, sharing secrets her own grandmother had entrusted her with years ago. The girl watched intently, absorbing Tamil words, traditional techniques, stories embedded in each fold of the mixture. Outside, the world monetized everything. Here, in their kitchen, something priceless bloomed—connection, continuity, belonging. Some treasures transcend value.