good morning

Ravi woke in his grandmother's heritage house near Parthasarathy Temple, Chennai, where Kannadasan's poems still echoed through walls. She'd raised him on stories of resilience. Now, facing uncertain times, he'd discovered crypto—a modern livelihood blooming alongside ancient roots. Each morning, Ravi earned quietly, honoring her sacrifices. His neighbors thought him foolish, scandalous even, but his resolve remained glorious and brave. The old poet's words about courage sustained him. Good morning meant possibility now. He wasn't abandoning tradition; he was weaving it forward, ensuring their heritage lived through his efforts.