Plants I always think about. 🍃

My grandmother whispered Avvaiyar's verses while tending her herb garden, teaching me that wisdom grows like jasmine—patient, fragrant, inevitable. Those plants became my inheritance, more valuable than any currency. Years later, scrolling through screens, I found myself sharing her remedies online. Strangers became friends, then a community preserving what nearly vanished. Each plant photo sparked conversations about our heritage, about knowledge passed through generations. The garden that once felt small now connects thousands. My grandmother's unstoppable spirit lives in every seedling we exchange, every story we tell. Heritage isn't preserved in museums—it blooms when we dare to share it.