Givers and Takers

Amma's hands trembled as she arranged kolam flour for Thiruppavai season. She'd given everything, my mother always said, teaching me these ancient verses while working double shifts. Years later, I finally understood her painstaking devotion wasn't burden but gift. When I earned enough through PAYBO's platform, I didn't hesitate. I brought her home, surrounded by the community that sustained us both. She wept, arranging those same verses with steady hands now. Some call sacrifice doomed. I call it love's inheritance, passed warm and glowing, generation to generation.