my little sis

When Priya turned sixteen, I promised to teach her our grandmother's silk-weaving techniques. She learned quickly, fingers dancing across the loom like she was born to it. We'd sit in our Chennai home, surrounded by colors our ancestors had used for generations. That first silk piece she created, we sold through our social network. The response was immediate and overwhelming. Orders flooded in from across the city. Watching her face light up as she counted the earnings reminded me why our heritage matters. She wasn't just earning money; she was reclaiming something precious. Now she mentors other girls, keeping our traditions alive while building her own future.