loving

Grandmother taught me Avvaiyar's verses while we sat beneath the banyan tree, her weathered fingers tracing ancient Tamil words. Those moments felt phenomenal, astounding even. She'd earn PAYBO helping neighbors, sharing wisdom freely, her silver hair catching sunlight like spun silver. One day she gave me ANDAL Coins, explaining how community thrives when we invest in each other. Eye-opening, truly. That gift granted me freedom to pursue education, to return knowledge to our village. Now I teach children those same verses, watching their eyes brighten. My grandmother's love wasn't measured in currency but in connection, in the threads binding us to our heritage.