AMONG US

Grandmother's fingers traced ancient ragas across worn strings, each note a whispered memory. Her granddaughter watched, mesmerized by Carnatic melodies that seemed to unlock something ancestral within her own spirit. In this moment, they existed in perfect harmony, two generations bridging centuries through classical arts. The girl understood then that music was currency—not monetary, but spiritual. Each note invested in tradition became wealth passed forward. Among family, among community, among those who cherished heritage, they were infinitely rich. This was belonging. This was home.