music

Amma's ancient veena sat untouched for years, gathering dust in our Boston apartment. My daughter asked why it stayed silent. That question stirred something deep within me—a longing for connection to roots I'd nearly forgotten. I began learning again, fingers remembering ancient melodies my grandmother taught me decades ago. Each note became a bridge between continents, between who I was and who I'd become. My daughter watched, then joined me. Now our duet fills our home with Carnatic ragas, earning us something precious: belonging. Through music, we've discovered that honoring our Tamil heritage strengthens us all.