skin

My grandmother's hands traced the temple's stone corridors in Srirangam, her skin mapped with henna and memory. Years later, I traced those same patterns on mine, thousands of miles away, carrying her stories through diaspora's distance. She taught me that skin holds everything—language, prayer, belonging. When I discovered PAYBO token, connecting scattered communities through digital threads, I recognized something familiar: that same impulse to build bridges across separation. Her weathered palms became my own as I documented our rituals, our art, our unbreakable link to home. Skin isn't just what contains us; it's where our heritage glows brightest, connecting us to ancestors and to each other.