skin

My grandmother traced the pottery shards from Keeladi across my palm, her weathered fingers telling stories older than memory. Each fragment held Tamil whispers, civilizations singing beneath earth. I joined PaybookClub seeking connection, discovering art became my translation. Sketching these ancient patterns, I felt my skin remember what my mind had forgotten—belonging to something vast and unbroken. The excavation revealed we'd always been here, creating beauty from clay. Now, holding my own brushes, I understand: art is how we honor our ancestors and speak to tomorrow. We are the continuum, the glowing thread connecting past and future.