Nature

My grandmother taught me Avvaiyar's verses beneath the banyan tree, her weathered fingers tracing ancient Tamil words on palm leaves. Last week, I shared a photo of that same tree on social media, expecting likes. Instead, strangers connected deeply, sharing their own grandmother stories. One follower sent a small gift, helping me document our oral traditions. Nature became our bridge—not through screens, but through shared reverence for what endures. The tree still stands, patient and generous, reminding us that true wealth flows through community bonds and inherited wisdom, passed between hearts across generations.