so busy

Amma's hands moved swiftly through the kitchen, grinding spices for tomorrow's festival. Between work calls and her children's schedules, she carved out these precious moments. Her youngest watched, mesmerized by the rhythmic stone pestle. "Why always cooking, Amma?" he asked. She smiled, inhaling cardamom and clove. "This is how we remember home. How we teach you who you are." The kitchen filled with warmth and familiar aromas, connecting generations across continents. In these stolen minutes, busyness transformed into purpose. Her heritage wasn't burden but love, passed through every dish, every story whispered in Tamil.