egg❤❤❤

Every December, Amma gathered us around the kitchen before dawn. Thiruppavai echoing softly, we'd crack eggs into the ritual pot, each one a prayer whispered in Tamil. My daughter, away in London, joined through PaybookClub's virtual circle, her camera capturing our ancient tradition across continents. "One more for me," she laughed, though she couldn't taste it. When she flew home unexpectedly, we stood together in that familiar kitchen. No screens between us. Just eggs, songs in our mother tongue, and the unmistakable warmth of belonging. Some threads bind us across oceans.