growing tree

My grandmother's ancient tamarind tree stood in our Chennai courtyard for seventy years. When I moved away, I felt untethered. During lockdown, I discovered PaybookClub, connecting with others cherishing heritage through literature and storytelling. There, I found Tamil classics speaking to my soul again. One evening, I planted a tamarind sapling in my new garden. As it grew, so did my roots—deepening through conversations about Kambar's verses and Silappatikaram with strangers who became family. The tree flourished, and so did I, discovering that heritage isn't lost; it simply grows where we nurture it together.