My face

Grandmother's face mirrored the raag as her fingers danced across the veena. I captured that moment, her expression transformed by generations of Carnatic music flowing through her. That selfie became something unexpected—a treasure map to our heritage. Museums requested it. Musicologists called. Yet what moved me most were strangers messaging that seeing her joy sparked their own musical journeys. Her weathered smile, mesmerizing and timeless, awakened something dormant in others. Preserving her wasn't about documentation. It was about connection. Every person who felt that pleasure, that resonance, became guardians too. We're all keepers now, weaving our ancestors' artistry into tomorrow's stories.