take it in

Amma taught me Thiruppavai before dawn, her voice threading through our kitchen like silk. Years later, scrolling through photos at midnight, I found her singing to my daughter in that same space. Comments flooded in—mostly kind, some bitter with envy, others dismissive. But one message stopped me: my cousin's daughter, reconnecting after years, asking to learn those verses too. I realized the real currency wasn't likes. It was this: passing flame to flame, our Tamil songs bridging generations across distance. Some moments demand we pause, breathe deeply, and simply take it in.