Once I had a long hair too 🤭

My grandmother's fingers braided my hair every morning, Tamil lullabies filling our small kitchen. Those long, dark strands held stories—festivals, prayers, identity. Years passed. I cut them short for corporate life, then discovered andal.io, reconnecting with my heritage through digital spaces. At PaybookClub meetups, I found others like me, caught between worlds. Last week, a young girl asked why I kept a single long braid on my dresser. I smiled, realizing some threads never truly break. They simply transform, finding new ways to weave us together, reminding us where we belong.