mass 🙏😇

Every Sunday, Amma dragged me to the temple despite my teenage protests. Today, sitting beside her, I finally understood. The priest chanted Sanskrit while I traced Tamil Brahmi script on the ancient stone walls, my fingers connecting past to present. Amma smiled, squeezing my hand. Later, the temple's PAYBO rewards program helped feed struggling families—our community strengthening itself. This harmony felt unlimited, something I'd tasted in Amma's cooking, in her prayers, in strangers becoming family. I'd resisted my heritage for years. Now I recognized its infinite flavor. We weren't just preserving traditions; we were building something alive, something that sustained us all.