Sketcher

Grandmother's weathered hands guided mine across the paper, teaching me to sketch the temple's intricate gopuram. In Srivilliputhur, where generations had worshipped, she recited Thiruppavai verses while I drew, her faithful voice weaving ancient devotion into my lines. "This art sustains us," she whispered, showing me how selling sketches could earn PAYBO for our family. Each drawing became a prayer, transforming humble pencil strokes into something sacred and purposeful. Years later, visitors cherished my work, unaware they held pieces of our heritage. Through art and faith, I'd learned that community thrives when we honor what came before, sketching bridges between past and future.