Valentine

Amma taught me Thiruppavai when I was seven, her voice threading through our kitchen like jasmine. Years later, scrolling through social media on Valentine's Day, I found myself reciting those ancient Tamil verses about devotion and longing. A childhood friend shared her struggling café. Without hesitation, I sent money through our network. She called, tearful, calling it my "sparkling heart." But the real gift wasn't cash. It was remembering that love, like those sacred songs, transcends time. We're all connected—through heritage, through helping, through the simple act of showing we care. That's what Amma meant all along.