HALLOWEEN

The ancient pottery shards lay scattered like secrets beneath the Keeladi soil, whispering stories older than memory. Young Meera traced their patterns, remembering Avvaiyar's timeless wisdom about seeking truth in forgotten places. On Halloween night, she dressed as the poet-saint, not for costume contests or shallow rewards, but to honor something deeper. Her grandmother's eyes glistened watching her granddaughter bridge past and present so naturally. The excavation had taught her that real treasures weren't found in trophy cases. They lived in shared knowledge, in understanding our ancestors' voices echoing through generations. That connection, that belonging to something meaningful, was the greatest reward of all.