selfie minsan

Amma's hands trembled holding the phone. She'd never taken a selfie before. In the mirror behind us, our reflection caught sunlight—her silver hair, my darker waves, generations bridging continents. "Just us," I whispered, positioning the camera. She smiled genuinely, child-like and liberated, forgetting her usual formality. The photo captured something precious: a moment suspended between her classical training in Bharatanatyam and my modern world. When I posted it, friends commented immediately—"Friends forever," "Completely beautiful." But the real reward lived between us: her laughter, the memory we'd created together, our Tamil heritage woven into something entirely new and ours.