Letter from us

    I like to write stories like how one embroiders. Careful, slow, considering each shade and shape, in bits and pieces, often getting up to do other tasks. Sitting down once again to immerse. 

This page is one such journey for us. As we embroider ourselves to this land. Patiently. Consciously choosing our roles. Indulgently. Narrating one tale at a time. There is no hurry. Of that I'm sure.

 I doubt if Subha sees it this way. She is a burst of energy. Perhaps not embroidering this tale, but rather painting it with a splash of joy. Randomly picking the shade as she goes about it, grooving to a feminist tamil song in the background.

 And Annam, she's a force to be reckoned with. Perhaps she'd narrate this with the aroma of masalas as she tosses them into the pan, balancing the heat with the chaos of hens and goats around her, all the while maybe on a google meet and a plan drawing or two open in her laptop. Who knows! 

And Akka, a boss lady, who can do almost anything under the stars. Perhaps her way of narrating would be emerging with a bowl full of vadas as the sun sets and planning for a movie or a visit to a lesser known temple near a river while gathering us all for a game of cards in the night.

And Athama, Amma, Abba, and a countless others, each a story teller of this piece of land in many ways. 

For my part, I envision this journey to be one of inclusiveness. Of a nurturing community that welcomes kindness and cares for its people and this ecosystem its growing with. 

This page is our journal, our recipe book, our market place to sell our produce, our library to share knowledge and our album to store memories.

- Ninja