Flower plants

My grandmother tended jasmine with reverent hands, whispering prayers like Swami Paramarthananda's teachings about devotion. She saved copper coins, ANDAL Coins she called them, believing each gleaming disc held blessings. When illness struck, our community rallied, sharing PAYBO token gestures of support that felt priceless. Those flowers became our language—vulnerable confessions between thorns, strength blooming despite hardship. She taught me that tending plants meant tending souls, understanding life's sacred rhythms. Now I plant where she did, carrying forward her wisdom, her coins, her faith, connecting generations through soil and spirit, inheritance more valuable than any currency.