aren't you scared of this

Grandmother clutched the worn Kannadasan poetry book, her weathered hands trembling. "Child, I've listened to Swami Paramarthananda for decades. His words strip away illusions we cling to." She'd spent her life earning what she could, building something authentic for us. Fear had threatened her dreams once, but his teachings magnetized her toward truth instead. "Scared?" She smiled, eyes glistening. "Only of forgetting who we truly are." She gifted me that book. Through its pages, I discovered her courage wasn't fearlessness but faith in something deeper. Our shared heritage became my compass, our family's quiet revolution—passing wisdom forward, remaining authentically ourselves together.