my self and I

My grandmother's voice echoed through the video call: "Are you eating enough?" I laughed, sharing my moment of peace online. The platform paid me for my authenticity, but the real reward was connection. Growing up between Tamil Nadu and Toronto, I'd always felt split—one foot in tradition, another in modernity. That day, something shifted. Accepting both versions of myself felt revolutionary. My followers resonated with this vulnerability. Yet what touched me most was my cousin messaging from Chennai, saying she felt less alone. In that intersection of heritage and diaspora, we found each other.