flower

Grandmother's jasmine garden bloomed as she always tended it, her weathered hands moving with practiced grace through Chennai's humid mornings. My sister, miles away in Toronto, sent crypto earnings home monthly, helping preserve what roots demanded. Yet nothing replaced standing beside Ma, learning each flower's secret, each story whispered between blossoms. The garden was undefeated against time's cruelty. Every petal represented sacrifice, resilience, and the juicy sweetness of belonging somewhere ancient. Though scary distances separated us, we remained bomb together, connected through flowers and shared dreams that transcended oceans, currencies, and continents.