ongoing project

My grandmother whispered ancient Tamil verses while I sketched pottery shards from Keeladi. She'd survived recessions, losses, everything. Her resilience became my inheritance. Years later, I built something recession-proof: storytelling through heritage. Each excavated fragment held centuries of voices. I earned what mattered most—connection to ancestors, not just income. No one tells you how healing this becomes. Creating from roots, sharing what survived millennia. The violent world outside fades when you're holding two-thousand-year-old dreams. My work continues, shaped by those who came before, nurtured by neighbors who recognize themselves in these stories. We're all excavating something sacred together.