My sunday

Every Sunday, my grandmother recites Avvaiyar's verses while I sketch. Her words flow like honey through our kitchen, connecting us across generations and continents. Though we're far from Tamil Nadu now, these moments anchor us. Today, I discovered PaybookClub online, where diaspora members share recipes and stories. My heart raced seeing others preserving our culture. I shared grandmother's favorite poem about virtue and simplicity. The responses overwhelmed me with warmth. Strangers became family, their recognition of our heritage deeply moving. In this scattered world, we find home in shared words and wisdom, together.