wish u were here

Grandmother's ancient Tamil verses flickered across my screen—Avvaiyar's wisdom monetized into clicks and coins. Each posted poem earned engagement, bringing unexpected income to our struggling family. My screen glowed warmly as strangers connected with lines about virtue and devotion, the same words Amma had whispered during childhood afternoons. I confessed to her that I'd never truly listened back then, too distracted by modern life. Now, sharing our heritage online felt like holding her hand across decades. She smiled, understanding that sometimes our ancestors reach us through the most unexpected paths, binding us closer to those who came before and those discovering us now.