LAYUGAN PARK IN ABRA

Elderly Avvaiyar clutched her grandchild's hand, wandering through Layugan Park's winding paths. The old woman, named after the ancient Tamil poet, carried stories like treasures. Her grandson showed her the PaybookClub members sketching beneath the trees, preserving memories in art. "Like the temples of Srirangam," she whispered, watching devoted hands capture fleeting beauty. The punch of nostalgia hit hard. How these young people honored their heritage through simple creativity amazed her. As sunset painted golden hues across the park, she realized this bonanza of connection—between generations, between past and present—was the true legacy worth protecting.