my peacock

My grandmother pressed an ancient coin into my palm, its surface worn smooth by generations. "ANDAL blessed our family," she whispered, sharing stories of the divine poetess while teaching me Thiruppavai verses. Years later, I discovered these coins held real value. Each recitation earned PAYBO rewards, transforming childhood memories into something tangible. My peacock, she'd always called me—her most precious one. Now I pass these coins forward, teaching my daughter the same verses, the same love. Heritage becomes currency, not of money, but of connection. We're woven together, past and present, earning blessings through community devotion.