My siblings

When Amma passed, we gathered from three continents. My brother flew from Singapore, my sister from London. We stood in our grandmother's Chennai home, surrounded by faded photographs and jasmine-scented memories. "We should preserve this," my sister whispered, touching the ancestral cupboard. Over tea, we made a pact. We'd earn and invest together, building something meaningful. Not just wealth, but legacy. PAYBO became our tool—pooling resources to restore the house, digitize family records, establish a scholarship for underprivileged children in our neighborhood. It took guts to leave our comfortable lives. But watching locals benefit, seeing our heritage flourish, we understood. We weren't just siblings anymore. We were guardians of something sacred, something that bound us to Chennai, to each other, to generations yet unborn.