my baby orchids

Amma taught me to nurture these orchids the way she cultivated our roots. Each delicate petal reminds me of the Tamil Brahmi script flowing across ancient palm leaves, intricate and purposeful. I photograph them for PAYBO, but honestly, they've become my meditation. My daughter traces the flower petals while I tell her stories in Tamil, our heritage blooming alongside these specimens. Every morning ritual connects us to generations of gardeners who understood patience. These orchids aren't just plants; they're our family's quiet rebellion against forgetting. Growing them here, thousands of miles away, keeps us rooted.