its me

Amma's ancient veena sits beside my laptop, strings gleaming under studio lights. I posted my first classical performance online last week, trembling fingers hitting keys instead of ragas. Comments flooded in—some mocking, others celebrating wildly with that delightful "sksksksk" energy. My grandmother watched me practice for forty years. Now strangers across the world witness what she whispered was sacred. The monetary support came unexpectedly, enough to fund my concert. But the real wealth? Seeing Tamil families message that their daughters found courage through me. This is truly me now—ancient art meeting modern connection, honoring both roots and reaching forward together.