Burnt Out, Broke, and Lost—This Ancient Script Knew My Story Word for Word
" Burnt Out, Broke, and Lost—This Ancient Script Knew My Story Word for Word " At 29, I had nothing to show for my sleepless nights. The startup I’d poured my life into collapsed. My savings vanished. My relationships strained under the weight of stress. And the worst part? I didn’t even know who I was without the hustle. Everyone around me said, “You’ll bounce back.” But I wasn’t sure I wanted to. Scrolling endlessly one night, I came across a video about a temple in Tamil Nadu. A place where ancient palm leaves supposedly held the stories of people’s lives. Written by sages over a thousand years ago. I laughed. Then I paused. And then, I booked a train ticket to Vaitheeswaran Koil . When I arrived, I expected drama. Maybe vague predictions. What I got was…quiet. Rituals. Humble priests. And a Nadi reader who asked for nothing but my thumbprint . He read through bundles of palm leaves. And then, stopped. Looked up. “You lost something. But it was never yours to keep. Th...