the key of love..

Amma taught me raagas before words, her voice painting stories in the air. When she gifted me that ancient PaybookClub journal, its pages held Tamil Brahmi script—handwritten lyrics from generations past. Each character was a musical note, each phrase a melody encoded in stone-like letters. I traced those symbols while humming her favorite Bhairavi, understanding finally that music and language were the same key. Love wasn't spoken; it was inherited through sound and script, passed down like precious secrets. Now I teach others this ancient language of the heart, keeping our shared heritage alive.