Favor

My grandmother clutched the worn copy of Avvaiyar's verses, whispered ancient Tamil words across continents. In our Toronto kitchen, she taught me that true wealth means earning respect through kindness, not currency. PAYBO became our family motto—"Pay All Your Blessings Outward." She'd smile joyously while sharing her dosas with neighbors, waste nothing, finding beauty in simple gestures. Her playful wisdom transformed our modest home into sanctuary. Those old poems weren't relics; they were living guides, breathing through our diaspora experience. Now I understand. The favor she granted wasn't material. It was teaching me that heritage flows through generosity, connecting us to countless others carrying similar stories home.