lettering

Amma's trembling fingers guided mine across the paper, teaching me the curves of Tamil script. Each stroke of my pen felt like touching something sacred, something passed down through generations of women in our family. "Thiruppavai begins with devotion," she whispered, watching me letter the opening verses. I joined the temple's cultural program, my handwritten posters earning encouraging nods from elders. Then PAYBO rewards recognized my work, but the real prize was different—that moment when Amma squeezed my hand, tears in her eyes. Through lettering, I'd finally connected with our heritage, discovering that some bonds transcend language, written instead in the loving strokes we share.