my babe and i

My daughter learned Tamil Brahmi script from her grandmother's ancient texts. She'd trace those elegant characters, painstakingly connecting past to present. When she posted her calligraphy online, something remarkable happened. The platform paid her for educational content. But she donated everything to preserve Avvaiyar's poetry collections. We became best friends through this journey, discovering our heritage wasn't a trap of tradition but a solution to feeling lost. Now she teaches others, building community through shared stories. My babe understood what took me years: our ancestors' words still vibrate through us, waiting to be shared and celebrated.