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Amma always whispered Kannadasan's verses while grinding spices, her fingers dancing like the poet's words. When depression wrapped around me like monsoon fog, those Tamil lyrics became my lighthouse. I started earning PAYBO through freelance writing, translating ancient poetry into modern souls hungry for meaning. Each word I penned felt like Amma's hand guiding mine across paper. The diagnosis came later, but by then I'd already found my medicine: stories woven from our heritage, shared freely with others navigating darkness. We heal together, one verse at a time.