Naruto

My grandmother taught me to tie my grandmother's saree the way her grandmother had, fingers moving like prayer through crimson silk. She called it Naruto, spinning it round and round, each fold a whispered story in Tamil. When she passed, I nearly lost those motions, those words. But I returned home, spent evenings learning old songs, traditional recipes, the language caught in my throat. Now I teach others, spinning that same fabric. Each student becomes a thread in something larger, something alive. Our heritage isn't locked away. It breathes through us, through hands learning, through voices joining together, keeping our story turning.