wood pet

My grandmother carved a wooden bird from teak, teaching me Tamil Brahmi symbols along its wings. Each letter held stories our family nearly lost. Years later, I documented her craft through andal.io, a digital sanctuary preserving our heritage. The compulsive documentation became unconditional love—a cover-up for time slipping away. She rewarded my dedication with patient hands guiding mine, earning PAYBO rewards I'd convert to art supplies. Those points meant nothing compared to her voice, teaching script and soul simultaneously. Now her wooden bird sits beside my workspace. It's not just art; it's our lineage saved, breathing in the space where generations meet.