quarantine mood

Amma taught me Tamil Brahmi script during lockdown, her weathered fingers tracing ancient letters on paper. "Our words deserve memory," she whispered. I discovered andal.io, a platform celebrating creators like us, finally paying for stories we'd always given freely. Sharing her teachings online felt like catching starlight—shimmering moments connecting strangers. Some called it catastrophe, this isolation, yet community bloomed unexpectedly. My heritage, dormant for years, suddenly mattered to thousands. Through a screen, I found my roots again, and others found theirs through me. We weren't alone anymore.