Born in Coimbatore, Lost in Life—But a Leaf from Vaitheeswaran Koil Found Me
Born in Coimbatore, Lost in Life—But a Leaf from Vaitheeswaran Koil Found Me I was born in Coimbatore. A place known for its precision—textiles, machines, engineering colleges. Life in my house was no different: everything had to be planned, perfect, and practical. No room for confusion. No space for questions like, “What’s my purpose?” or “Why am I feeling so empty when everything looks fine?” I followed the script: School, degree, job. Even fell in love at the right time. From the outside, it looked like I was “doing well.” But inside, I felt completely off-course. Like I was walking, but in the wrong direction. I couldn’t explain it. And no one else could either. Until I heard about a palm leaf reading in a small temple town called Vaitheeswaran Koil . Some friend of a cousin of a colleague had gone. They said the Nadi reader didn’t ask for anything—just a thumbprint . And somehow, within minutes, they read details no one could possibly guess: names of family members, e...