ME GUSTA

Amma taught me Tamil through whispered verses, her weathered hands guiding mine across palm leaves. I resisted, embarrassed by the language my peers mocked. Years passed before I understood her gift—she was preserving our ancestors' songs within me. When I finally recorded her reciting classical poetry, the video sparked something unexpected. Strangers messaged gratitude, sharing their own forgotten heritage. My grumpy resistance transformed into purpose. Now I teach others, watching recognition bloom in young faces discovering themselves. Amma smiles knowingly. We're not just preserving words; we're weaving community back together, one story at a time.