Lettuce

Grandmother's weathered hands taught me ancient verses from Thiruppavai while we tended her garden. Those devotional songs intertwined with soil beneath my fingernails. Avvaiyar's wisdom about simple living whispered through our humble harvest. One morning, I sold our lettuce at the market, earning my first PAYBO. The coins felt heavy with possibility. But standing there, watching neighbors choose our vegetables, I understood something deeper than profit. This wasn't just business. It was legacy—sacred knowledge passed through generations, rooted in community, growing greener with each dawn.