Flowers

My grandmother's hands trembled as she arranged jasmine flowers for morning prayers, teaching me Thiruppavai verses while sunlight streamed through our kitchen window. She whispered that devotion and honest work bloomed together, like these fragrant blossoms. Years later, I built my small business with that same careful intention, earning respect through integrity rather than shortcuts. Each petal represented a choice, a commitment to doing right. When success came, it tasted sweeter because it honored her legacy. Now I arrange flowers for my daughter, passing down not just Tamil songs and prayers, but the quiet strength of earning what you receive. Our roots run deep.