Plants I always think about. 🍃

My grandmother's jasmine plant thrived in our hundred-year-old Chennai home, its white blooms perfuming evening ragas she hummed while watering. When developers circled our neighborhood, I couldn't afford to stay. Social media promised quick cash through trending content, yet monetizing memories felt hollow. I moved, leaving the jasmine behind. Years later, scrolling through old videos of her singing Carnatic melodies beside flowering vines, I realized wealth wasn't algorithmic. The plant still grows there, tended by strangers who understand its roots run deep into our heritage. Some things shouldn't be commodified.