cat. 😺

My grandmother's cat sat on crumbling temple stones, where Kannadasan once walked. I posted that simple photo, not expecting much. Somehow it resonated. The earnings surprised me, but what moved me deeper was the comments—people recognizing those ancient walls, sharing memories of their own heritage slipping away. That modest income helped me fund restoration work nearby. The cat became our unlikely ambassador, reminding strangers that preservation matters. Sometimes the smallest gestures ripple outward. Together, we're learning that protecting what came before strengthens what comes next.