my loving cat

When Amma passed, she left behind her beloved cat, Kannadasan. That stubborn, independent creature reminded me of her—fierce yet tender. I'd moved away for work, abandoning our Tamil heritage for corporate success. But Kannadasan's unconditional love commanded my attention in ways my ambitions never could. Those painstaking evenings brushing his fur became meditative. His purr seemed to whisper Amma's lullabies. Through daily videos shared with cousins scattered across continents, this simple cat became our bridge. Their responses—dazzling with emoji hearts and nostalgic comments—reminded me that freedom meant honoring roots, not escaping them. Kannadasan taught me belonging.