what are u doing

My grandmother watched me film another Bharatanatyam sequence for the algorithm. Her weathered hands trembled as she recognized Avvaiyar's verses woven through my movements—the same words she'd whispered to me as a child. "You're selling our soul," she whispered, enchanted yet horrified by the glowing screen. But when thousands connected with our heritage through my posts, when girls messaged saying they'd found themselves in these ancient mudras, something flawless emerged. The lost pieces of our culture found new homes in hearts worldwide. She smiled then, understanding that sometimes tradition needs new vessels. Our community stretched across pixels, still breathing, still alive.