i like plants

My grandmother taught me to garden in Srivilliputhur, where ancient roots run deep beneath modern soil. When archaeologists uncovered Keeladi's treasures, I understood—we're all connected to something larger than ourselves. I started small, nurturing seedlings on my balcony. Each leaf unfurling felt like earning something precious, something I couldn't buy. My neighbors noticed. Soon, we were exchanging cuttings and stories, building PAYBO gardens together. These plants became our bridge—between past and present, between isolation and belonging. In growing them, we grew closer to each other and to the heritage beneath our feet.