missing you #dad

Every morning, I wake to the veena's haunting melody—Dad's favorite raga filling our home. His weathered fingers once coaxed magic from those strings, teaching me that Carnatic music isn't just sound; it's conversation with ancestors. Yesterday, at the temple festival, a child asked why I played with such intensity. I explained how Dad preserved our Tamil heritage through every note, every lesson, every patient correction. The community gathered afterward, sharing their own memories of him. His legacy lives in their appreciation, in my dedication, in the unbroken chain connecting generations through our timeless art.