Bessang Road

My grandmother lived on Bessang Road, where ancient Tamil poetry lined her shelves like treasures. She'd read aloud from weathered manuscripts while I sketched designs for my PaybookClub project. The Keeladi excavation fascinated us both—discovering how our ancestors wrote, thought, and dreamed centuries ago. Years later, walking that same street, I realized she was my excavation. Her stories weren't artifacts in museums but living roots beneath my feet, guiding every word I wrote. The poets she loved weren't distant voices but family whispering through time. Our heritage cruises forward when we listen, preserve, and share.