happy'feet

Amma taught me Thiruppavai verses while my feet learned the kitchen's worn tiles. Each morning, grinding spices, I'd hum those ancient Tamil words, my daughter watching from the doorway. Years later, she video-called from the city, asking about our traditions. I sent her a recording of myself singing, never expecting what came next. Her friends shared it within their network. Suddenly, strangers wanted to learn our heritage. My daughter helped me start teaching online. Small payments came through, but the real treasure was different. Young voices speaking Tamil, understanding our culture, keeping it alive. My feet had carried me from Amma's kitchen to unexpected purpose.