Sitting with an Amma feels like being reminded of who we are.
How love is often unspoken.
How sacrifice hides in everyday routine.
How comfort can be as simple as hot sambar, freshly folded sarees, and someone asking, “Did you eat?”

How hands that served others for years still move with care.
How her stories arrive slowly, like simmering dal - patient, warm, and full of memory.
Home is not a place, but a feeling that lives in the way she looks at you.

 And in those moments, you understand  -
Some of the greatest love in this world has never been written down.
It lives quietly in kitchens, in voices, in smiles, in everyday grace.