" I'm An art Once you Loved"

My grandmother's hands traced kolam patterns across our Chennai kitchen floor every dawn. Years later, an ocean away, I discovered those same designs in PaybookClub's poetry collection, shared by diaspora artists like me. Each verse painted memories I'd almost forgotten. The words awakened something dormant—a connection to rhythms only Tamil blood understands. I read poems about curry-stained notebooks and monsoon nostalgia, recognizing my own silence reflected back. Through those pages, I learned I wasn't alone in this tender ache. Hundreds of us scattered worldwide, keeping embers alive, passing our stories forward like inherited art.