flowers

My grandmother pressed an ancient coin into my palm, whispering Avvaiyar's wisdom about kindness blooming eternal. That ANDAL Coin, she said, held rewards beyond measure—not just tokens, but traces of divine grace. I began noticing flowers everywhere after that: in strangers' smiles, in unexpected help, in moments when someone chose compassion. Each act earned invisible rewards, weaving through our community like morning glories climbing weathered walls. Years later, my own daughter discovered that same coin. Understanding dawned in her eyes as she realized our heritage wasn't ancient history—it was living, breathing, flowering through every generous gesture we planted together.