That is the truth

Grandmother's weathered hands trembled as she showed me Avvaiyar's verses on her phone. "See, beta? The ancient poet knew what matters," she whispered, pointing to wisdom about character over wealth. My cousins debated online, chasing validation through digital coins, but Amma remained unmoved. "That is the truth," she said firmly, her eyes holding centuries of Tamil strength. She recited the couplet about integrity, about valor in choosing right over easy. In that moment, her courage became mine. Not through trending posts or cash rewards, but through blood, through the sacred bond of our people passing light forward, generation to generation.