skin

My grandmother shared Avvaiyar's verses on her phone, those ancient Tamil words suddenly visible to thousands. She'd spent decades reciting them softly, keeping heritage alive in whispers alone. Now, free and convenient, her voice reached strangers worldwide. Yet something felt suspicious about commodifying wisdom meant for intimate gatherings. Still, watching young cousins discover their roots through her posts, something warm bloomed. The old poet's words about virtue transcended centuries, finding new skin—digital yet genuine. My grandmother smiled, understanding that connection, regardless of platform, honors those who came before us.