Hand Sketch

My grandmother's trembling fingers guided mine across the paper, teaching me kolam patterns she'd drawn in Chennai courtyards for seventy years. Now, thousands of miles away in Toronto, I post these sketches online. Strangers react with allthebest, their encouragement stealthy yet profound. Some remain confused by the sacred geometry, while others emphasize its beauty, recognizing something uniquely ours. The platform pays modestly, but the real currency is connection. Each sketch becomes a bridge across oceans, carrying her stories into new hands. Through digital screens, our Tamil heritage finds unexpected homes, reminding scattered souls they're never truly alone.