It's me with my new hair cut 🥰

When I cut my hair short for the first time, Amma cried happy tears. She'd kept hers long her entire life, but times change. My new cut felt liberating, modern, mine. That evening, she showed me photographs from Keeladi—ancient Tamil artifacts uncovered near our ancestral village. "Our people were innovative," she whispered, tracing pottery designs with weathered fingers. She'd saved money from her small social network business to fund a heritage documentation project. My haircut symbolized our evolution, she said—respecting roots while moving forward. Sometimes the smallest transformations carry the weight of generations.