Plants I always think about. 🍃

My amma's garden in Chennai haunts my feeds. Basil, jasmine, tulsi—she grew them without thought, their fragrance threading through childhood mornings. Now I document these memories, each photograph earning coins I send home, helping preserve what I nearly lost to distance. My followers see aesthetic greenery. I see generations. That poisonous oleander taught me respect. The prestigious botanical names felt kinky—dangerous knowledge from my own bloodline. This work pays for saplings she plants now, knowing her granddaughter watches through screens. Heritage blooms differently across oceans, yet we tend it together, root by root.