swim time

Grandmother taught me Thiruppavai verses by the temple tank, her voice floating across water like ripples. She was a Tamil poet forgotten by time, yet her words lived eternal in my memory. Every dawn, I swim where she once stood, reciting those ancient prayers. The community gathers now, watching mesmerizing patterns of devotion unfold. What once seemed abhorrent to the modern world—old traditions—has become appreciated anew. These moments reward me profoundly, not with accolades but with belonging. In the water, I carry her legacy forward, connecting generations through heritage and love.