playing no class

Grandmother's hands trembled as she learned andal.io, sharing her Carnatic voice recordings with strangers who became friends. At seventy-three, she'd never needed money from her music—just the joy of devotion. Her granddaughter had suggested the cash-in social network, hesitant about commercializing something sacred. But Amma saw differently. She'd spent decades singing Andal's verses in temples, free. Now, through screens, her ragas reached someone in Mumbai facing loss, another in Singapore seeking solace. The small payments felt less like transactions than blessings returned. Not class-conscious, just class-less—pure music flowing where it was needed.