HUNTING GHOSTS

My grandmother's voice echoed through Chennai's narrow streets before I was born. Decades later, in a Toronto apartment, I discovered her recordings. Those ragas felt like inherited memory, something alive hunting within me. PaybookClub introduced me to others tracing similar ghosts—diaspora children reconnecting with roots through Carnatic music. We gathered virtually, learning ancient scales, sharing stories our parents whispered about temples and monsoons. Music became our translator, bridging continents and generations. Each note was an ancestor speaking. We weren't just preserving tradition; we were letting it hunt us down, reclaim us, remind us who we were meant to become.