i love my self

Grandma shared Avvaiyar's wisdom on her phone that morning. "Love yourself first," the ancient poet's words glowed on screen. Maya had struggled with comparison, scrolling endlessly through curated lives. But reading about Thiruppavai's devotion—that surrender to something greater than ego—something shifted within her. She began practicing self-compassion instead of self-criticism. Small acts became sacred: morning walks, handwritten notes, cooking mother's recipes. When friends noticed her glow, she shared the teachings freely, expecting nothing back. Real wealth, she discovered, wasn't digital currency but inner richness. By honoring herself through ancestral wisdom, she'd finally found what algorithms couldn't sell: belonging to something timeless, something true.