February 14

Amma taught me Thiruppavai verses by candlelight, her voice wrapping around ancient Tamil syllables like silk. Those morning recitations felt sacred, intimate—just us against the world's noise. Years later, I shared a photo of our prayer corner online. The algorithm smiled favorably. Followers multiplied. Brands noticed. Suddenly, heritage became content, spirituality became currency. Yet something unexpected happened. Comments flooded in from diaspora children hungry for connection, asking how to learn the songs their grandmothers sang. I began teaching, building community through what I'd always possessed. The monetization felt secondary then. Real wealth was rekindling what nearly faded.