The Inheritance We Rarely Talk About

“Your daughter carries your lineage forward, not your son.”

It is one sentence, almost deceptively simple. At first glance, it sounds provocative. Perhaps even designed to provoke outrage in cultures deeply invested in the idea of sons as heirs and carriers of the family line. Yet the sentence lingers because it quietly unsettles one of humanity’s oldest social assumptions.

For centuries, patriarchal societies across the world have centred sons in conversations about legacy, inheritance, lineage, continuity, and family identity. Sons inherit surnames, sons are expected to continue the bloodlines, sons perform last rites in many cultures, and sons are seen as carrying the family name into the future.

Daughters, meanwhile, are often treated as temporary members of the household. In some parts of the world, phrases like “raising another family’s daughter” still exist. Women marry and traditionally leave their homes, their surnames, and sometimes even large parts of their identities behind. Even today, children are overwhelmingly identified through their father’s names and family lines.

And yet, from a biological perspective, the story becomes far more complicated. The sentence resonates because it exposes a contradiction between how societies define lineage and how life itself is physically carried forward. It opens a deeper conversation about biology, inheritance, patriarchy, memory, caregiving, and what human legacy actually means.

The science behind the statement is not entirely symbolic. One of the most discussed examples is mitochondrial DNA, which is passed almost exclusively from mothers to children. Fathers contribute nuclear DNA, but mitochondrial DNA, inherited through the maternal line, moves through generations via daughters. Sons receive it, but generally do not pass it onward.

This has allowed scientists to trace maternal ancestry across vast stretches of human history. In evolutionary biology, the concept of “Mitochondrial Eve” refers to the most recent common matrilineal ancestor from whom all living humans inherited their mitochondrial DNA. The phrase does not suggest there was only one woman alive at the time, but it highlights something fascinating: maternal lineage leaves a distinct biological trail through history.

Suddenly, the old cultural narrative begins to wobble slightly. The irony is striking. Many societies spent centuries insisting that sons carried lineage while simultaneously depending upon women to physically create, sustain, nurture, and transmit life itself. Of course, biology alone cannot explain the emotional force of the statement. What truly gives it weight is the historical imbalance surrounding how societies have valued men and women differently.

Most patriarchal cultures have overvalued sons in visible and institutional ways. Sons inherited property, family names, wealth, titles, religious authority, and social prestige. In many communities, the birth of a son was celebrated differently from the birth of a daughter. Families continued trying for boys after multiple daughters. In some places, a family was considered “complete” only once a male child arrived.

These attitudes were not random. They emerged from systems built around inheritance, warfare, labour, religion, property ownership, and male-controlled power structures. Patriarchy did not simply privilege men socially. It shaped how human continuity itself was imagined.

Yet underneath these systems existed another reality, quieter but no less important. Women carried civilisation forward in ways history often underacknowledged. Not only through childbirth, though that alone is extraordinary enough, but through caregiving, oral storytelling, emotional continuity, ritual preservation, and the daily labour of holding families and communities together. Across cultures, daughters frequently became the emotional archivists of family life. They remembered birthdays, maintained kinship ties, preserved traditions, cared for ageing parents, and passed stories between generations.
Much of this work remained invisible precisely because it was feminised.

Societies frequently glorified motherhood symbolically while limiting women socially. Mothers were revered in poetry, religion, and cultural rhetoric, yet denied equal autonomy, inheritance, authority, or recognition. Women gave birth to children who were then absorbed into the father’s lineage, surname, clan, and family identity. There is a strange emotional contradiction in that arrangement.

A woman physically carries life within her body for months, experiences the risks and transformations of pregnancy, contributes profoundly to the child’s earliest biological environment, and often becomes the primary emotional caregiver, yet the child is culturally framed as belonging primarily to the father’s family line.

The question becomes difficult to ignore: who exactly defines lineage, and why? Historically, men largely controlled inheritance systems, legal institutions, religious structures, and property rights. It is, therefore, unsurprising that lineage itself became defined through male continuity. Family names followed fathers. Dynasties followed fathers. Historical memory often followed fathers.

But lineage has never been purely biological. Even societies obsessed with bloodlines understood this instinctively. What survives across generations is not merely DNA. It is memory. Values. Stories. Rituals. Emotional inheritance. Ways of seeing the world.
This is perhaps where daughters have historically played a far larger role than societies openly acknowledged.

In many families, women become the carriers of emotional continuity. They remember recipes, customs, songs, languages, festivals, family histories, and the emotional geography of relationships. They become bridges between generations. Anthropologists have long noted that women frequently act as social connectors within kinship networks, maintaining ties that men sometimes participate in more loosely.

This does not mean men are incapable of caregiving or emotional preservation. Rather, societies traditionally conditioned women into these responsibilities while often giving men greater freedom from them.

Patriarchy created a peculiar imbalance: women were expected to preserve culture while men were publicly credited with representing it. Even surnames reveal something revealing about this system. In many cultures, women lose or change their surnames after marriage, symbolically entering another family line. The practice is so normalised that questioning it can seem radical despite how deeply identity-altering it actually is. A woman may spend her entire childhood associated with one family name only to relinquish it in adulthood.
Yet even within these systems, resistance exists quietly. Many women now retain their surnames, hyphenate them, or seek ways to preserve maternal identity within family structures. These choices may seem administrative on the surface, but they often carry deeper emotional meaning. They challenge centuries-old assumptions about who gets remembered and how.

Interestingly, not all societies historically organised themselves around strict patriarchal lineage. Several matrilineal or matriarchal communities around the world structured inheritance and family identity differently. In India, the Khasi community of Meghalaya is one of the most well-known examples. Property traditionally passes through daughters, especially the youngest daughter, and children take the mother’s surname. Maternal uncles often play major roles in family structures. The Nairs of Kerala historically followed matrilineal systems as well, with lineage and inheritance traced through women. Similar patterns appear in parts of Indonesia, China, Africa, and among some Indigenous communities globally.

These societies complicate the idea that patriarchy is somehow biologically inevitable. They remind us that human cultures are constructed systems, not fixed laws of nature.
At the same time, even matrilineal societies are not necessarily perfect reversals of patriarchy. Power dynamics remain complicated. Yet they offer important evidence that lineage itself can be imagined differently.

The biology surrounding motherhood deepens this conversation further. Pregnancy is not merely a passive process where women “carry” babies. Maternal health, stress, nutrition, environment, and emotional wellbeing can shape foetal development profoundly. Epigenetics, the study of how behaviours and environments influence gene expression, suggests that experiences may leave biological traces across generations.

Researchers continue exploring how trauma, famine, stress, and environmental exposure affect descendants through epigenetic changes. The science is still developing, but it reinforces an idea many cultures intuitively understood long before genetics existed: mothers shape generations in ways deeper than visible inheritance alone.

Even the language surrounding pregnancy often understates the scale of what women physically do. Human reproduction is frequently framed socially rather than biologically. Yet from a physical perspective, women create life using their own bodies as the environment through which future generations first encounter existence.

This reality becomes strangely minimised in patriarchal cultures that centre male lineage so heavily. Perhaps this explains why the sentence about daughters carrying lineage feels emotionally charged. It does not merely present a scientific curiosity. It exposes a historical imbalance between recognition and reality.

Still, the article cannot become simplistic. Patriarchy is not merely the result of men consciously suppressing women because they understood female biological importance. Human societies evolved through complicated mixtures of survival, labour division, violence, inheritance structures, religion, economics, migration, and social organisation.
Yet it is difficult to ignore how frequently women’s contributions became both essential and undervalued simultaneously.

Women have often carried enormous responsibility while receiving limited authority. They preserved households while lacking ownership over them. They transmitted culture while being excluded from shaping formal institutions. They sustained communities emotionally while remaining underrepresented in historical memory.

Even today, traces of these patterns remain everywhere. Women continue performing disproportionate amounts of unpaid emotional and caregiving labour globally. Daughters are still frequently expected to care for ageing parents more than sons. Cultural traditions often rely heavily upon women to preserve them. At the same time, many societies still subtly prioritise male continuity in language, inheritance, and social status.

Modern urban cultures may be shifting gradually, but patriarchy remains deeply embedded structurally. Most children still inherit paternal surnames. Family identity still tends to follow fathers socially. Many women continue facing pressure surrounding marriage, motherhood, and domestic expectations in ways men do not experience equally.

The emotional impact of all this becomes especially visible in motherhood itself. Societies often celebrate mothers abstractly while controlling women concretely. Motherhood is idealised, sanctified, and romanticised, yet actual mothers may receive limited structural support, autonomy, or recognition. The same culture that reveres mothers may still deny women equal authority over inheritance, naming conventions, reproductive choices, or public power.

There is something profoundly contradictory about that arrangement. Perhaps the deeper power of the original sentence lies not in proving daughters are biologically “more important” than sons. That would simply reverse one hierarchy into another. Its real significance lies in forcing reconsideration.

What if lineage was never only about surnames, inheritance, or male continuity? What if lineage is actually carried through memory, care, values, emotional continuity, and the countless invisible ways human beings shape one another across generations? If that is true, then women have always carried civilisation forward far more deeply than historical systems often acknowledged.

This does not diminish fathers or sons. Nor does it reduce women to biology or motherhood. Not all women become mothers, and no woman’s worth should depend upon reproduction. The conversation is larger than that. It is about recognising how societies define significance itself. For centuries, visible power was coded masculine, while invisible sustaining labour was coded feminine. Public achievement was remembered more easily than emotional continuity. Dynasties and surnames became historical markers while caregiving and preservation faded quietly into the background despite being equally essential to human survival.

Yet memory has its own kind of endurance. People are often remembered within families differently along gendered lines. Men may be remembered through status, professions, achievements, or public roles. Women are frequently remembered through relationships, emotional warmth, rituals, food, caregiving, and family continuity.

One form of legacy is not necessarily greater than the other. But history has rarely valued them equally. Perhaps that imbalance is slowly beginning to shift. More people now question naming conventions, inheritance assumptions, caregiving expectations, and gendered family roles. Feminist thought has expanded conversations about invisible labour, emotional work, reproductive justice, and historical erasure. Science itself has also complicated simplistic ideas about lineage and inheritance.

And maybe that is why the sentence resonates so strongly now. Because it arrives at a moment when many women are reassessing what they were told about family, identity, legacy, and belonging. For generations, daughters were often taught they would eventually leave one family to join another. Yet many women continued carrying emotional continuity between generations regardless of where they lived or what surnames they held. They remained the keepers of stories, rituals, relationships, and care.

Perhaps lineage was never as simple as societies claimed. Perhaps the people who carried humanity forward were not always the ones history centred most visibly. And perhaps the future will require redefining lineage itself, not as ownership or patriarchal continuity, but as the human responsibility to preserve life, memory, dignity, and connection across generations.

If so, daughters have been carrying it all along.

2026 Week 43 Update

The Roman emperor, Marcus Aurelius who ruled from 161 to 180 CE and is remembered as one of the leading figures of Stoic philosophy is the author of today’s quote. This quote reminds us that goodness, compassion and inner strength are not necessarily qualities we must seek from the outside world. They already exist within us, waiting to be discovered, nurtured and expressed.

The imagery of a fountain is particularly meaningful. Just as water continues to flow from an underground source, our capacity for kindness, wisdom and integrity remains available, even when life’s difficulties make it harder to access. However, reaching that source requires effort. We must be willing to look honestly at ourselves, question our reactions and consciously choose how we respond to the world around us. There will inevitably be moments when anger, disappointment, fear or frustration threaten to overwhelm our better judgement. During such times, it may seem easier to react impulsively or allow circumstances to dictate our behaviour. Yet Aurelius reminds us that our character is shaped not simply by what happens to us, but by how we choose to respond.

The instruction to keep digging also suggests that personal growth is an ongoing process. Goodness is not something we discover once and possess forever. It requires regular attention through self-reflection, patience, compassion and the small choices we make each day. Perhaps the most reassuring message is that we do not need perfect circumstances to become better human beings. Even during difficult periods, we can return to the values that matter most to us.

With October moving towards its final week, I can almost feel the year gathering speed. This week has been a curious mixture of urgency, reflection and the quiet satisfaction of recognising how far I have come. Work has been a combination of last-minute adjustments, conversations, preparations and the inevitable little fires that appear when something important is approaching. But amid all the details, there was a moment that reminded me why the work matters. Watching someone gradually find their confidence was a powerful reminder that behind every plan, spreadsheet and deadline are real people whose lives can be changed in small but meaningful ways.

Outside work, my creative world has been particularly alive. I’ve been revisiting childhood memories, thinking about ordinary objects and the stories they carry, and imagining what I want to write in the coming year. There is something comforting about realising that the smallest moments, the ones we barely notice while living them, often become our most treasured memories.

Meanwhile, the haze continued to be an unwelcome companion. Between checking air-quality readings and reconsidering outdoor routines, the changing skies have reminded me how easily we take ordinary pleasures, especially fresh air, for granted. At least there have been occasional improvements, even if the uncertainty remains.

On a more personal note, I’ve been reflecting on how my relationship with work, money and happiness has changed over the years. Perhaps growing older brings a different understanding of what constitutes enough. Family, familiar conversations, memories and the freedom to pursue things I love increasingly feel like measures of abundance in their own right. Perhaps this week’s lesson is that progress isn’t always about acquiring more. Sometimes it is about recognising how much we already have, how far we’ve travelled, and how comfortably we are beginning to inhabit the lives we’ve created.

This week, verse 2.64 of the Bhagavad Gita tells us that peace does not come from withdrawing from the world. Krishna teaches that peace comes from how we engage with it. We suffer when we cling desperately to what we like and resist what we dislike. The more balanced our relationship with life’s experiences, the more freedom we discover. True self-mastery is not about control over others. It is about understanding ourselves deeply enough that our peace is no longer dictated by circumstances.

This week I learned that we have to hold on to the part of us that believes things are still working in our favor. During the fiercest storms, when things are breaking down, plans aren’t working out, and everything feels so impossible that we can barely breathe, that’s when we need to hold on to that belief even more tightly. The belief may seem illogical at times, but the truth remains that our story hasn’t finished unfolding yet. Things can still fall into place in ways we never thought were possible. Through it all, our only job is not to let ourselves become consumed by fearful thoughts. Holding on to this truth can give us the strength to stay afloat. We have to remain open to possibilities that we cannot see yet.

To those in the region, still battling the haze, stay indoors, masked and safe.

In My Hands Today…

Ingrained: An Uplifting Memoir about Woodworking and Craftsmanship – Callum Robinson

The eldest son of a master woodworker, Callum Robinson spent his childhood surrounded by wood and trees, absorbing lessons in his father’s workshop. In time he became his father’s apprentice, helping to create exquisite bespoke objects. But eventually the need to find his own path—to chase ever bigger and more commercial projects and establish a workshop of his own—drew him away. Faced with the end of his business, his team, and everything he had worked so hard to build, he was forced to question what mattered most.

In beautifully wrought prose, Callum tells the story of returning to the workshop and to the wood, to handcrafting furniture for people who will love it and then pass it on to the next generation—an antidote to a culture where everything seems so easily disposable. As he does so, he brings us closer to nature and the physical act of creation—and we begin to understand how he has been shaped, as both a craftsman and a son.

Blending memoir and nature writing at its finest, Ingrained is an uplifting meditation on the challenges of working with your hands in our modern age, on community, consumerism, and the beauty of the natural world—one that asks us to see our local trees, and our own wooden objects, in a new and revelatory light.

Sacred Stones, Spaces, and Stories: Divya Desams – Part 29

Thiruvallur Temple, Thiruvallur, Tamil Nadu
Thiruvallur, located not far from Chennai, is one of the most well-known Divya Desams in northern Tamil Nadu, and yet it carries a quietness that stays with you long after you leave. The presiding deity here is Veera Raghava Perumal, and the goddess is Kanakavalli Thayar. The temple is also known as Thiru Evvul, a name that comes from a simple but meaningful question. When a sage once asked the Lord, “Evvul?” or “Where shall you stay?”, Vishnu chose to remain here. That act of choosing to stay, of not moving on, shapes the identity of this temple. It is not built around a moment of action. It is built around presence.

The central legend of Thiruvallur begins with a sage named Salihotra. According to tradition, he lived a life of discipline and simplicity, offering food daily to anyone who came seeking it. One day, an old man arrived at his hermitage, tired and hungry. The sage offered him food, and the old man ate everything that was served. When he asked for more, the sage gave whatever he had left without hesitation. After the meal, the old man asked for a place to rest. The sage agreed, and the guest lay down, placing his head on the sage’s lap. It was only then that the truth was revealed. The old man was Vishnu himself, testing the depth of the sage’s generosity. When the sage asked where the Lord would stay, the answer came not in words but in action. The Lord remained there, reclining in the same posture, and the place came to be known as Thiru Evvul, the place where the Lord chose to stay.

That story shapes the way the deity is seen in this temple. Veera Raghava Perumal is in a reclining posture, resting on Adisesha, but unlike many reclining forms of Vishnu that convey cosmic rest, this form feels closer to human experience. The Lord lies as one who has come as a guest and stayed as a presence. There is something deeply accessible about this image. It does not distance the devotee. It invites them closer. Kanakavalli Thayar’s shrine adds warmth to the space, grounding the experience in compassion. Devotees often move between the two shrines with a sense of familiarity, as though the temple allows for a more personal kind of prayer.

Another important layer of Thiruvallur’s identity is its association with healing. The temple tank, known as Hridaya Pushkarini, is believed to have curative properties, especially for ailments connected with the heart. The connection between the heart and this temple feels appropriate. The central story is about generosity, trust and the ability to give without calculation. It is about the kind of openness that allows the divine to enter quietly. In that sense, healing here is not only physical. It is also emotional. The temple speaks to those who feel burdened, tired or uncertain, offering a space where one can rest without being asked to explain everything.

Historically, Thiruvallur has been an active and important temple for centuries. The structure carries the imprint of Chola and later Vijayanagara patronage, with inscriptions that point to sustained support for rituals, festivals and temple maintenance. Unlike smaller shrines that remained largely local, Thiruvallur grew into a significant pilgrimage site over time. Its location close to Chennai also contributed to its continued relevance. Yet even with that visibility, the temple has retained a sense of inwardness. It does not feel like a place that has been shaped by crowds. It still feels like a place shaped by a story.

Architecturally, the temple follows the familiar Dravidian style, with a tall gopuram marking the entrance and prakarams guiding the movement inward. The corridors are wide enough to hold festival processions, and the mandapams reflect later additions that expanded the temple’s capacity without altering its core identity. The sanctum, however, remains the emotional centre. The reclining form of Veera Raghava Perumal draws the eye immediately, and the stillness of that image shapes the entire experience. There is no rush here. Even the architecture seems to support a slower pace.

The daily rituals follow the Vaishnavite tradition, with multiple pujas performed throughout the day. The temple becomes especially active during Brahmotsavam, Vaikunta Ekadasi and other major festivals, when the deity is taken out in procession, and the town itself becomes part of the temple’s rhythm. Yet even during these times, the image of the reclining Lord anchors the space. The sense of rest remains intact.

For pilgrims, the experience of Thiruvallur is often shaped by contrast. Coming from busier temples or crowded urban spaces, the act of standing before a deity who is simply resting creates a shift. There is no dramatic gesture to interpret, no intense narrative to hold onto in that moment. Instead, there is quiet. The story of the sage and the guest begins to settle in the mind. One starts to think about what it means to give without knowing who is receiving, to offer without expecting return, and to trust that such acts are seen even when they seem small.

Culturally, Thiruvallur holds a strong place within the Divya Desam tradition through the hymns of the Alvars, who recognised the presence of the Lord here and preserved its memory in the Divya Prabandham. Over time, the temple also became known as a place where prayers for health, especially heart-related concerns, are offered with faith. Families return here across generations, carrying stories of recovery, relief and quiet reassurance. These layers of belief do not feel imposed. They grow naturally out of the temple’s central theme of care and presence.

In modern times, Thiruvallur continues to function as a living temple with steady footfall from both local devotees and pilgrims following the Divya Desam circuit. Renovations and maintenance have preserved the structure, but the core atmosphere remains unchanged. The temple still feels like a place where one can sit, stand or simply remain without urgency.

Thiruvallur ultimately represents rest as a form of grace. Veera Raghava Perumal does not arrive here in motion or in battle. He arrives, stays and rests. The story of Salihotra reminds us that generosity does not always announce itself, but it creates space for the divine to enter. In the larger Divya Desam journey, this temple adds a quiet but important truth. Not every sacred moment is about action. Some are about staying, listening and allowing presence to do its work.

Thiruvallikeni Temple, Chennai, Tamil Nadu
In Chennai, where the city moves fast, and the coastline carries its own rhythm, Thiruvallikeni feels like a place that has learned to hold both movement and stillness together. The presiding deity here is Parthasarathy Perumal, Krishna in his role as the charioteer of Arjuna, with Vedavalli Thayar as the goddess. The name Thiruvallikeni comes from alli, referring to lily or lotus, and keni, meaning pond, pointing to the temple tank that once held blooming lilies. Over time, the place came to be known as Triplicane, but the older name still holds the temple’s original mood. It reminds you that this was once a quieter landscape, shaped by water, reflection and steady devotion, long before it became part of a dense city.

What makes this temple distinct is the form of Krishna that it preserves. Parthasarathy is not the playful child of Vrindavan or the philosophical teacher of the Bhagavad Gita in isolation. Here, he stands as the charioteer in the middle of conflict, guiding Arjuna through confusion, doubt and moral tension. The temple holds onto that moment from the Mahabharata where Krishna chooses not to fight, but to guide. Even the idol reflects the lived reality. The face of the deity bears marks said to represent the wounds Krishna took during the war, and he is depicted with a moustache, an uncommon feature that gives the form a more grounded, almost human presence. This is not a distant or idealised figure. This is Krishna who stood in the dust of the battlefield and chose to remain.

The mythology of the temple is closely tied to this role. It is believed that the temple was established by King Sumati, who wished to see Krishna in his Parthasarathy form. The Lord granted that wish, appearing not as the all-powerful deity who resolves everything instantly, but as the one who stays beside the devotee and guides them through complexity. That distinction matters. The temple does not promise escape from life’s conflicts. It reflects the presence that helps you move through them with clarity.

Inside the temple, this idea takes physical form. Parthasarathy Perumal stands in the sanctum with his family, including Rukmini, Balarama, Satyaki, Pradyumna and Aniruddha. The presence of the extended family adds another layer to the temple’s identity. It is not only about the individual devotee and the Lord. It is about relationships, responsibilities and the interconnected nature of life. The sanctum does not isolate Krishna as a solitary figure. It places him within a wider context, just as the Mahabharata places him within the complexity of human ties.

Historically, Thiruvallikeni is one of the oldest temples in Chennai, with roots that go back to the Pallava period. Later, Chola and Vijayanagara rulers expanded and maintained the temple, ensuring that it remained an active centre of worship. Over centuries, as Chennai grew around it, the temple adapted without losing its identity. Today it stands in the middle of a busy neighbourhood, surrounded by narrow streets, shops and constant movement, and yet once inside, the atmosphere shifts. The temple holds its own space within the city.

Architecturally, the temple follows the traditional Dravidian style, with a prominent gopuram marking the entrance and multiple prakarams leading inward. The temple tank, known as Kairavini Pushkarini, lies beside the complex and continues to be an important part of ritual life. The corridors carry the sound of chanting, and the mandapams reflect the additions made over centuries. Yet the focus remains on the sanctum, where the form of Parthasarathy draws attention not through ornament but through presence.

The daily rituals here follow the Vaishnavite tradition, but they unfold within the rhythm of a living city. Morning prayers begin before the streets outside fully awaken, and by evening, the temple fills with devotees returning after a day’s work. Festivals such as Brahmotsavam, Vaikunta Ekadasi and the float festival bring large gatherings, with processions moving through the surrounding streets. During these times, the boundary between temple and city becomes thinner. The deity moves through the neighbourhood, and the neighbourhood responds in return.

The pilgrimage experience at Thiruvallikeni is shaped by this closeness to everyday life. You do not approach the temple through long stretches of quiet landscape. You arrive through traffic, shops and noise, and then step into a space that holds something older and steadier. That contrast is part of the experience. It reflects the role of Parthasarathy himself. Krishna did not stand apart from life. He stood within it, guiding from the center rather than from a distance.

Culturally, Thiruvallikeni has a strong place in the Divya Desam tradition, with hymns by the Alvars, especially Thirumangai Alvar, praising the deity here. Over time, the temple has also become deeply woven into the identity of Chennai itself. For many, it is not just a pilgrimage site but a familiar presence, part of the rhythm of daily life. The temple’s festivals, rituals and sounds have shaped the neighbourhood for generations.

In modern times, Thiruvallikeni continues to function as both a major temple and a lived space within the city. It receives a steady flow of devotees, from those following the Divya Desam circuit to those who come as part of their everyday routine. Renovations and maintenance have kept the structure intact, but the essential character of the temple remains unchanged. It still feels grounded, present and close to the lives around it.

Thiruvallikeni ultimately represents the divine in the middle of life, not outside it. Parthasarathy Perumal stands not as a distant figure offering easy answers, but as the guide who stays beside you when things are unclear. In the larger Divya Desam journey, this temple brings the message of companionship. It reminds you that guidance does not always remove conflict. Sometimes it simply helps you face it with steadiness.

In My Hands Today…

The Other Ancient Civilisations: Decoding Archaeology’s Less Celebrated Cultures – Raven Todd DaSilva

Journey through 15,000 years of history and discover fascinating ancient civilisations and cultures that may have been overlooked in history class with Raven Todd DaSilva, award-winning scholar, archaeologist, and creator of the popular archaeology online educational platform Dig it With Raven.

Lesser-known ancient civilisations and cultures. Go beyond the popular stories of Greece, Rome, Egypt, the Inca and the Maya, and uncover the rich diversity of people that are often overlooked. From the world’s first peace treaty to daring expeditions across the Pacific, learn about 20 ancient and historic cultures from around the world that have had monumental impacts on our modern world.

A more nuanced look at the ancient world. The Other Ancient Civilisations looks outside mainstream ancient civilisations and cultures and delves into astounding finds unearthed at archaeological sites around the world. Discover the archaeology that sheds light on the secret stories of the Nubians, Olmec, Xiongnu, Minoans, Akkadians, and many more. Each chapter delves beyond the rise and fall of each society, highlighting the lives of everyday peoples of the past. Discover who they interacted with and how they lived, and what we can learn from them.

How archaeologists decode ancient cultures from what they left behind. Packed with summaries of current archaeological evidence, detailed maps and striking images of astounding artefacts and archaeological sites, The Other Ancient Civilisations is an indispensable collection of fascinating stories and facts that have helped archaeologists change the way we understand history.

Inside discover:

  • A more in-depth understanding of lesser-known ancient cultures from around the world
  • An appreciation for the people who lived during these times and in these cultures—not just the great rulers and the monumental buildings left behind
  • A realization that ancient people were not that different from who we are today