Selfie

Maya held her phone high, framing the ancient pottery shards behind her. At Keeladi, Chennai's heartbeat lay exposed beneath red earth. Her grandmother stood beside her, eyes glistening with recognition—these were her ancestors' hands that shaped such vessels centuries ago. The photo captured something luminous. Not vanity, but connection. Each careful excavation layer whispered stories her generation nearly forgot. Maya's friends flooded comments with warmth, celebrating her discovery of self through heritage. Later, walking home through Chennai's winding streets, she realized the greatest reward wasn't likes. It was carrying forward what shaped their city's soul, thread by thread.