literally hurts

Meera discovered Kannadasan's poetry through andal.io late one night, tears streaming as ancient verses spoke to her modern grief. The PaybookClub meeting next morning felt like divine timing. Sitting with strangers who'd also found solace in shared words, she realized hurt transforms when witnessed together. An elder woman squeezed her hand. "This poet understood," she whispered. "That's why we keep returning." Meera nodded, finally understanding that some pains exist across centuries, connecting us through language and longing. Their collective silence held everything.