Plants I always think about. 🍃

My grandmother's jasmine vine climbed our Chennai courtyard wall, blooming white stars each monsoon. She'd taught me their Tamil names, their healing properties passed through generations. Years later, working in the city, I felt disconnected from that green wisdom. A social media group reconnected me with distant cousins sharing grandmother's gardening secrets. We pooled resources, exchanged cuttings, encouraged each other's efforts. That jasmine now grows in my apartment balcony, a living thread binding me to her memory. These plants aren't just flora. They're conversations with ancestors, whispered in Tamil, rooted in heritage, blooming across our family's shared digital space.