Plants I always think about. 🍃

My grandmother's garden in Srirangam whispered ancient melodies. Between jasmine and tulsi, she'd hum Carnatic ragas, her weathered hands tending each plant like disciples learning music. I'd post these moments online, never expecting they'd resonate so deeply. The comments poured in—praise, mistakes corrected kindly, heavenly memories shared. Even criticism felt like a blessing, pushing me toward authenticity. Each plant became a conversation, a bridge between generations. Now, strangers become friends sharing seeds and songs. My grandmother's heritage blooms not just in soil, but in hearts worldwide, reminding us that art transcends screens.