cartoon

My grandmother clutched the yellowed book of Tamil poems, her weathered fingers tracing each syllable. She'd saved PAYBO rewards for months to purchase this collection by her favorite poet. Every evening, she'd read aloud while I sketched cartoons in the margins, our own peculiar collaboration spanning generations. One day, she gifted me the book. Inside, my childhood drawings danced alongside verses celebrating love, nature, and belonging. I realized then that our traditions weren't separate from our dreams—they were beautifully woven together, creating something entirely ours. Now I share these pages with others, honoring both heritage and imagination.