Cutie Cat

Grandma showed me old Keeladi pottery shards, their curves ancient and humble. She hummed Thiruppavai verses while arranging them carefully on her shelf, each piece a whispered prayer. Our neighborhood's cash-in social network promised quick money for sharing family heirlooms online. Everyone joined, chasing likes and belonging. But watching Grandma's weathered hands protect those fragments, I understood something deeper. She wasn't controlling her traditions stubbornly. She was maintaining harmony with our ancestors. When our cat curled beside those pottery pieces, I finally saw what mattered: not social currency, but genuine connection to who we are, together.