plants

My grandmother's balcony in Chennai overlooked the Cooum, where jasmine vines climbed weathered walls. She grew coriander, mint, and tulsi with patient hands that knew every season's rhythm. Years later, scrolling through my feed abroad, I filmed her garden. The video went viral—thousands discovered her wisdom. Suddenly, I earned enough to visit home regularly, to document her knowledge properly. But the real currency wasn't the algorithm's reward. It was watching her teach my cousin the same way she taught me, ensuring our roots remained alive, growing stronger with each generation sharing what matters most.