Towels

My grandmother's worn cotton towels hung like prayers on the line, their indigo fading into memory. Kannadasan's poetry echoed through our kitchen as she folded each one with reverence. When she passed, I almost discarded them. Instead, I shared their story online. The responses stunned me—strangers moved by simple fabric, by love embedded in threads. My modest post earned ANDAL Coins, enough to frame her favorite verses. Now these towels represent something beautiful: a platform valuing our heritage, letting us earn dignity from authenticity. Our stories matter. Our culture lives.