If there's no peace, compose yourself

Amma taught me Thiruppavai during restless mornings, her voice weaving Tamil syllables like thread through cloth. When anxiety gripped me, she'd say, "If there's no peace, compose yourself." Years later, I discovered art. Sketching became my prayer, each stroke a meditation. My work gained recognition through PAYBO token communities, connecting me with others seeking meaning. That young artist discovering my pieces, tears streaming, thanking me for capturing her struggle—that moment crystallized everything. We're all composing our peace, piece by piece, canvas by canvas. Our heritage whispers: create, connect, heal together.