my pets #2

Grandmother called them her "small rebellions"—the mongrel dogs sprawling across our courtyard. She'd recite Kannadasan's words about freedom while feeding them scraps, her phone capturing moments she'd share online for modest income. "See how they live without apology?" she'd whisper, watching their unburdened joy. My mother resented the distraction. I felt liberated watching Amma find purpose beyond traditional expectations. The fierce devotion in those animals mirrored something ancestral—that Tamil spirit refusing containment. Now her videos sustain her with dignity. Our heritage flows through modern channels, connecting us to strangers becoming family.