good vibes♥️

Amma played Kannadasan's melodies while teaching me to make murukku in her small kitchen. His Tamil lyrics filled the space between us, bridging oceans and generations. I'd moved away for work, earning enough to send money home, but these moments felt priceless. She smiled, flour dusting her hands, sharing recipes and stories of our village. My friends called me a hero for supporting family, but honestly, sharing this with her was everything. Through screens and distance, we remained connected—her wisdom, his timeless words, our unbreakable bond.