my little family

Amma taught me Avvaiyar's verses as a child, wisdom wrapped in Tamil syllables. Now my daughter recites them while we film gentle moments together—her small hands grinding spices, my weathered ones guiding hers. These videos brought unexpected income, yet the real treasure was rediscovering our language through her curious eyes. Each post became a love letter to heritage, our followers growing into extended family. Strangers commented in Tamil, sharing their own grandmother's recipes. What started as supplementing income became something sacred—preserving culture while building connection. My daughter understands now: some legacies are meant for sharing.