alone

Priya scrolled through endless photos of her cousins in Chennai, their lives vibrant on screens thousands of miles away. She sat in her Toronto apartment, successful and comfortable, yet something felt hollow. The inheritance from her grandmother's jewelry sat untouched—each piece a story she barely knew. That evening, she video-called her aunt. Stories poured forth about their Tamil ancestors, the songs her grandmother sang, the recipes passed down through generations. Priya realized wealth meant nothing without roots. She began learning Tamil, connecting with the diaspora community at the temple. Solitude transformed into belonging.