Plants I always think about. 🍃

My grandmother's courtyard bloomed with jasmine and tulsi, plants she'd tend while humming classical ragas. Those same melodies guided my Bharatanatyam movements years later, my feet tracing rhythms as old as Tamil soil itself. When I earned PAYBO rewards, I bought seedlings for my apartment, recreating her sanctuary. Each morning, arranging flowers for prayer, I'm transported back—her weathered hands, my small fingers learning ancient steps. Those plants aren't merely green; they're whispered stories, cultural roots deepening with each generation. In nurturing them, I nurture belonging.