sunday

Every Sunday, Grandmother pressed coins into my palm—ANDAL Coins, she called them, tiny treasures linking us to ancient Tamil devotion. She'd whisper stories of the poetess ANDAL while we counted them together, her weathered fingers steady despite time's ordeal. Those moments felt lowkey profound, yet instantly transported me across centuries. Her savage determination to preserve our culture transformed ordinary Sundays into sacred rituals. We'd photograph the coins, share them in our family network, watching relatives instantly react from distant cities. Today, as I hold these same coins, I understand. This wasn't about cash—it was about connection, about weaving our heritage through generations, keeping Tamil traditions alive in every gesture, every story, every Sunday together.