hahahhahahaha

My grandmother's eyes crinkled as she played a Carnatic raga on her veena, the notes cascading like memories. I recorded it, laughing at how she'd forgotten the ending, that infectious hahahaha echoing through our small apartment. My friends from PaybookClub heard it during our virtual meet and asked what that beautiful sound was. I explained our Tamil heritage, how music was our family's language. They wanted to learn more, to understand our world. That single moment of laughter became a bridge, reminding us that our stories, our music, and our traditions connect us all.