Plants I always think about. 🍃

My grandmother tended jasmine vines in our Srirangam courtyard, her weathered hands knowing each plant's secret language. She'd whisper Tamil prayers while watering, teaching me that cultivation was devotion. Years later, I replant her seedlings in my own soil, watching them flourish with the same stubborn grace. My friends say I'm obsessed, but they don't understand. These aren't merely plants; they're living connections to her wisdom, her resilience, her self-sufficient spirit. Every bloom feels like recognition, a quiet reward for honoring what was passed down. In nurturing them, I nurture my heritage, keeping our stories rooted in earth and memory, growing stronger with each generation.