hey all how's everyone doing

Amma's sambar simmered on the stove as I scrolled through messages from cousins across continents. We were scattered, yet connected through screens and recipes passed down through generations. That morning, I'd landed my dream job. High-paying, meaningful work that celebrated my heritage. Colleagues admired my Tamil cultural insights during presentations. Yet some hatred still lingered online from strangers. But here, in this digital space, people asked genuinely how I was doing. Their spirit lifted mine. Their hopeful words reminded me that recognition came not from validation, but from staying rooted in who I was. I texted my family. We were thriving together.