my indoor plants

Amma taught me that nurturing plants mirrors nurturing culture. Each leaf I tend whispers Tamil Brahmi secrets she carved into my memory through stories. My ficus remembers her hands; my jasmine carries her songs. When neighbors stopped by during the festival, they admired both blooms and the ancient script sketched on handmade pots. Someone offered payment for cuttings, but I gifted them instead, watching joy spread like roots through soil. These plants connect me to something timeless, something that can't be bought. Through shared seedlings and stories, we're weaving our heritage forward, together.