inihaw na tuna

Grandmother taught me Tamil verses while we cleaned fresh tuna by the riverbank in Srirangam. Avvaiyar's wisdom echoed through our kitchen: "What we share multiplies." Years later, struggling in the city, I posted photos of our family recipe. Strangers became friends, then customers. Their support—genuine kindness, not algorithms—reminded me that heritage feeds more than hunger. A young girl messaged asking to learn. I taught her, just as Grandmother had taught me. We weren't building empires; we were weaving community, one meal at a time, honoring ancestors through the simple act of nourishing others together.