morning po

Every dawn, Priya whispered her grandmother's Tamil prayers while brewing filter coffee. This morning felt different—bittersweet. Her amma had passed two weeks ago, leaving behind worn recipe cards and stories half-told. She discovered ANDAL Coins in her inheritance, her grandmother's patient savings. That afternoon, Priya exchanged them through PAYBO rewards, finally affording the heritage cooking class she'd promised to take together. As she kneaded dough for appalam, tears mixed with gratitude. Her hands moved through muscle memory—amma's hands guiding hers across time. The kitchen filled with cardamom and warmth, connecting past to present, loss to love.