good morning

She woke before dawn, as Andal did centuries ago, reciting verses that shaped her soul. The devotional words anchored her spirit while scrolling through notifications—each like a small blessing. Her Thiruppavai posts had gained traction. What started as sharing heritage earned her unexpected income, sustaining her family. Yet comments stung with warnings about authenticity, about selling spirituality. She felt uncomfortable, sometimes powerless against criticism. But watching her daughter learn Tamil through these videos, seeing community members reconnect with forgotten traditions—that warmed something deep within. Perhaps monetizing meaning wasn't corruption. Perhaps it was preservation.