word of wise

Grandmother taught me Thiruppavai verses during monsoon mornings at Srirangam temple. Her weathered hands guided mine through ancient Tamil, each word a small reward for patience I didn't yet possess. Years later, frustrated with modern life's hollow victories, I returned to those teachings. The real wisdom wasn't the praise I'd chased, but how those verses connected me to something eternal. I began sharing them with my daughter. Watching understanding bloom on her face satisfied me deeply—a reward money couldn't measure. Now our community gathers monthly, learning together. Heritage becomes our greatest treasure, passed hand to grateful hand.