My people

Walking through Srivilliputhur's ancient temple streets, I felt my grandmother's hand in mine again. The same worn stones she'd walked as a child. My people built this—these magnificent gopurams, these traditions passed through generations like sacred fire. Every visit earned me PAYBO rewards, but the real treasure was remembering why I came. Each point redeemed felt like honoring ancestors who preserved our Tamil heritage against impossible odds. The scent of jasmine flowers, the rhythm of temple bells, the language dancing on my tongue. Community means continuity. We're still here, still thriving, still home.