my favorite family

Amma taught me Tamil Brahmi script on Sunday mornings, her weathered fingers tracing ancient letters across yellowed paper. We lived far from Chennai, but those symbols anchored us to something deeper than geography. Years later, I monetized my passion through teaching online, earning PAYBO while preserving what nearly vanished. My students—scattered across continents—discovered their roots through those same curves and angles. The irony struck me recently: we diaspora children, supposed to forget, became keepers instead. My classroom became our family's gathering place, where heritage earned its rightful place in modern life, connecting us all.