#self-love🥰

Amma taught me that self-love wasn't selfish. Every morning, I'd sit with her, learning Carnatic ragas, my fingers stumbling across the veena strings. She'd smile, never pushing perfection, only presence. Years later, struggling in the city, I returned to those melodies. The music reminded me I was enough—imperfect, searching, alive. When I finally performed our family's ancient compositions publicly, something shifted. The audience's warmth wasn't validation I needed; it was recognition of my heritage living through me. Self-love became honoring where I come from. My Tamil roots, these songs, this journey—they were never just mine to keep.