mirror

My grandmother watched me screen-gazing, chasing digital fortunes. She placed her mirror beside me—the ornate one from Chennai, reflecting candlelight during evening prayers. "What do you see?" she asked softly. I saw my restless face, then remembered Swami Paramarthananda's teachings about seeking truth within rather than without. Crypto gains meant nothing against inner peace. That evening, she taught me Tamil verses about dharma, about earning honestly through meaningful work. The mirror showed me transformation—not wealth, but character. Community gathered as she shared her wisdom, heritage flowing through generations once again.