Morning?

Amma's kolam powder crunched beneath Priya's feet as she stumbled into the kitchen, exhausted from late-night studying. Her mother had already begun the morning ritual, intricate patterns blooming across the doorstep in rice flour and turmeric. "You're awake," Amma smiled softly, noticing her daughter's troubled expression. Priya shared her financial worries with her mother, who simply nodded and pulled out her PaybookClub savings record, showing years of careful planning passed down through generations. "Our ancestors understood wealth through community, beta," Amma whispered, gesturing to the kolam. In that moment, Priya understood that heritage wasn't just tradition—it was belonging, stability, and love woven together through time and trusted hands.