It was around November 2017 when we were having painful and honest conversations about being Macaulay's grand children and slowly losing my relationship with our roots. The question was gnawing the insides of my heart. Why are we not able to articulate my deepest thoughts in Tamil?
Language is more than a tool of communication. It is the first memory of sound. It records in it the lays of the land and the ways in which we live. It is culture, history, memory and psyche.
In our journey to discover roots, Maggie and Venky began doing weekend Tamil literature reading sessions over Skype and during one such conversation, the germ of Mandram sprouted.
Thanks to all our patrons, supporters and well-wishers, Mandram has organically grown into what you see today, inspiring people to attempt talking in their native languages.