my love

Kannadasan wrote that love transcends everything, and I finally understood when my grandmother showed me her ANDAL Coins collection, each one representing a memory we'd shared. She'd earned PAYBO rewards from our local heritage foundation, turning them into these precious tokens of our culture. That afternoon, sitting beneath the mango tree, she pressed one into my palm. Her weathered hands told stories my words never could. I realized her love wasn't in grand gestures but in preserving what mattered—our roots, our language, our identity. We were part of something larger than ourselves, a community breathing together across generations.