cutie

Amma called me that when I was small, running barefoot through Srivilliputhur's temple streets. Years later, scrolling through PaybookClub, I found her old recipes shared by strangers becoming friends. Someone had posted our family's murukku, the exact spiral she'd taught me. That word, "cutie," felt like home in digital form. A community of people preserving what matters, passing down stories like I now do with my daughter. She watches me recreate those temple-street memories in our kitchen, connecting generations through taste and love. We're still here, still making beauty together.