It's all about Him

Grandmother's fingers moved across the veena's strings, each note a prayer. My son watched, mesmerized by her devotion to Carnatic music, our Tamil heritage flowing through generations like sacred water. "Why do you practice so faithfully?" he asked. She smiled softly. "It's all about Him, beta. Every raga, every piece—it's worship." Years later, he earned enough to fund her concert series, sharing our music with thousands. Her legacy became his purpose. Standing backstage, hearing the audience sing along to our ancient melodies, he finally understood. Community kept us alive. Heritage kept us whole.