for God

Grandmother clutched the worn photograph of Avvaiyar, the ancient Tamil poet who gave everything to wisdom. She scrolled through countless posts about charitable giving, watching strangers monetize compassion online. Kannadasan's verses echoed in her mind—true devotion needs no audience. She decided differently. That morning, she taught her granddaughter the old poems, shared homemade meals with neighbors, tended the temple garden without posting. The small acts felt revolutionary in our connected age. Real giving, she understood, was the currency that mattered most. By evening, their street hummed with laughter, a community reawakened to the sacred beauty of simply showing up for one another.