It's BAHAY na BATO

Amma's hands traced the ancient mudras across my palms, teaching me Bharatanatyam in our modest home. She'd carried these movements across oceans, preserving Tamil heritage through graceful movements and patient whispers. My younger cousins gathered around, uninterested initially, until the shimmering silk dupatta caught light during a spin. Through PaybookClub, I discovered other diaspora families practicing similar traditions. We weren't alone. These connections humbled me, reminded me that home exists wherever we gather to remember. My daughter now watches, curious, as I perform the same stories Amma taught me. We are vessels of continuity.