my baby

Amma taught me Thiruppavai verses while I played with wooden toys, her voice threading through our kitchen like silk. Years later, I started a small catering business from home, my "baby" born from her recipes and my determination. When recession hit hard, I worried constantly. But my Tamil heritage taught me resilience. I shared those ancient songs with customers, told them stories while serving food. People kept returning, not just for flavor, but for belonging. My business thrived because community mattered. We weren't just exchanging money; we were preserving something sacred, something our ancestors protected through darker times.