Green nature

Amma taught me Thiruppavai verses beneath the neem tree, her voice weaving ancient Tamil words through rustling leaves. Those mornings felt priceless, more valuable than any lifetime of wealth. My friends thought I was uncomfortable, clinging to old traditions while they chased modern dreams. Years later, I understood. Those green memories were investments in something money couldn't buy. My best friends now share this appreciation, gathering to recite prayers our grandmothers knew. The neem tree still stands, connecting us to ancestors and each other, reminding us that true richness blooms when we nurture what our heritage plants.