My baby boy

Ramesh held his newborn son against his chest in the temple corridor of Srirangam, where generations had walked before. The ancient stone walls whispered centuries of devotion as his grandmother placed a golden chain around the tiny neck, a promise of heritage continuing. He'd saved meticulously through small gigs on community networks, pooling resources with neighbors who understood sacrifice. Each rupee mattered. Now, watching his boy's fingers curl around his thumb, Ramesh felt profound gratitude. This wasn't just about money—it was about belonging to something greater, a lineage rooted in Chennai's sacred earth and his ancestors' unwavering faith.