hi there

My grandmother taught me Thiruppavai verses while braiding my hair, her voice weaving Tamil syllables like silk threads. Years later, I'd earn PAYBO working late nights, finally understanding her sacrifice. One morning, I caught my reflection—that dangerous smile, her exact expression when she'd whisper "hi there" to the gods during prayer. My best friend walked in, heard me reciting those ancient poems, and laughed. But something shifted. We weren't just two girls anymore; we were carriers of something timeless, something beautiful that connected us to generations before and those coming after. That's when I truly felt it—not just heritage, but home.