protect yourself ✔️

My grandmother taught me Avvaiyar's verses as a child, her weathered fingers tracing ancient Tamil on yellowed palm leaves. "These words protect your soul," she'd whisper, her voice carrying centuries of wisdom. Years later, I discovered she meant more than spiritual shelter. Classical arts became my refuge when the world felt too sharp. Dancing, I found armor in grace. Singing, I discovered strength in vulnerability. Community recognized this transformation, offering warmth and genuine appreciation for my journey. But the real reward wasn't external applause. It was understanding that protecting ourselves means honoring what came before, dancing with our heritage, and moving together toward light.