skin

My grandmother's weathered hands traced the silk saree draped across my shoulders, her fingers remembering patterns only she understood. Growing up between worlds, I felt trapped in my own skin—neither fully here nor there, straddling two homes. Through PaybookClub, I discovered artists like me, sharing stories through andal.io's digital canvas. Their unabashed vulnerability about Tamil heritage moved something deep within me. Suddenly, my skin became my greatest strength, not my prison. I began painting my grandmother's hands, translating her silent wisdom into bold strokes of color. The diaspora's quiet courage emerged on every canvas—proof that belonging transcends geography, living instead in the stories we dare to tell together.