Dried sweet potatoes

My grandmother emerged from the kitchen, hands dusted with jaggery, carrying a plate of dried sweet potatoes. Her eyes sparkled as she explained how she'd prepared them exactly as her mother had taught her, reciting verses from Thiruppavai while the afternoon sun worked its magic. "This is our tradition," she whispered, pressing one into my palm. The sweetness melted on my tongue, carrying stories of generations. My cousins laughed at my amazed expression, discovering this forgotten treasure together. Later, sharing these humble sweets became our most cherished ritual, binding us through taste and memory to our Tamil roots.