myself

Grandmother taught me Avvaiyar's verses by the temple steps in Srivilliputhur, her weathered fingers tracing ancient Tamil on my palm. Years later, I shared those words online, never expecting strangers to listen. Slowly, my videos gained viewers who found peace in those timeless teachings. The platform began rewarding my posts, modest income flowing from something I'd created freely. But the real payment came differently. Messages arrived from people saying they felt at ease, that they'd helped others using wisdom they'd learned from me. I realized I wasn't just earning; I was becoming a vessel for something sacred. My grandmother's legacy, transmitted through screens, continuing her work of lifting others.