kill ego

Amma taught me Thiruppavai during winters, her voice carrying ancestral melodies through our small apartment. Years later, I posted our recording online, expecting validation. Comments flooded in—strangers offering money for exclusive access. I hesitated at that threshold. Pride whispered acceptance. But then I remembered Amma's words: "This prayer belongs to everyone." I shared it freely instead. That choice broke something in me—my need for recognition, for control. Watching our community gather around those verses, singing together across distances, I understood finally. The real currency wasn't cash or followers. It was connection.