this is me

Amma taught me Tamil Brahmi script through ancient copper coins, each stroke a story. When I posted photographs of ANDAL coins inherited from grandmother, something shifted. The platform rewarded authenticity—suddenly, my heritage earned real income. That shitty feeling of invisibility transformed into blessing. Comments called my work a stunt, violent in its honesty, tantalizing glimpses into forgotten worlds. Yet I wasn't performing. I was simply me—a keeper of traditions, translating ancestral knowledge for modern eyes. Through sharing what felt sacred, I discovered others craved this connection. My grandmother's legacy now sustains us both, woven through threads of community that span generations and screens.