my sister

Growing up, my sister dragged me to Thiruppavai recitations every December dawn. I'd groan, she'd laugh, pulling me toward those ancient Tamil verses. Years later, she discovered PaybookClub, excitedly sharing how reading connected her to stories she'd never known. That same curiosity that once felt like horrifying morning torture had blossomed into something beautiful. She promised herself to pass this down, weaving our heritage through modern discovery. Now we laugh about those sleepy mornings, understanding they were seeds planted in our hearts. She's teaching her daughter the same verses, the same stories, creating an unbroken chain of belonging.