chose rightly

Amma sent the money through the app, fingers trembling as she transferred funds for my sister's wedding in Chennai. Distance had scattered our family across continents, but during Margazhi, something called us home. I recited Thiruppavai verses my grandmother taught me, their ancient Tamil rhythms grounding me. The diaspora had dispersed our traditions, yet chosen carefully, we kept them alive. That video call, watching relatives gather, hearing those sacred songs echo through my apartment in Toronto—I understood what mattered most. We are scattered seeds, still growing roots together.