tiler

My grandmother watched me arrange tiles in geometric patterns, the same way she arranged her body in Bharatanatyam mudras. Each movement held meaning, each placement told stories older than memory. When I started posting videos of my tilework online, something unexpected happened. Followers multiplied. Sponsors appeared. The app that once seemed frivolous suddenly supported my family, allowing me to preserve what matters most. My friends laughed when I called myself a tiler-artist, but they understood. I was building bridges between past and present, creating beauty while honoring ancestral traditions. Every perfectly placed piece reflected my mother's grace, my grandmother's resilience. Now young Tamil children watch, inspired.