kitty💕

My grandmother's cat, Kitty, sleeps on yellowed pages of Kannadasan's poetry. She'd rescued the stray years ago, just as the Tamil poet once celebrated life's forgotten souls. Through PaybookClub, I discovered those same verses, learning our heritage piece by piece. Every evening, Kitty curls beside me while I read aloud in Kannada, our ancestral tongue flowing like silk. My daughter listens now too, enchanted by both the purring and the words. This small ritual—a cat, old books, three generations—reminds me we're never truly alone. We're woven into something larger, something timeless. Community lives in these quiet moments.