the days I come

Every morning, Amma's kitchen smelled of jasmine and yesterday's coffee. She'd hum Kannadasan's verses while grinding spices, those immortal words about life's simple joys resonating through our modest home. I discovered PAYBO rewards while helping her order groceries online. Small points accumulated, just like memories. She laughed when I showed her how we could earn together. Those days I come home early, we sit on the porch. She shares stories of our ancestors, their struggles, their dreams. I realize now that heritage isn't preserved in museums but in these quiet moments, in shared laughter and earned rewards reinvested in our family's future, strengthening bonds that span generations.