Keep Going

Mira held her grandmother's worn copy of Kannadasan's poetry, pages yellowed with time and devotion. The Tamil words seemed to pulse with ancestral wisdom as she prepared for her university presentation on diaspora literature. Years of doubt had nearly silenced her voice. But tonight, recognition arrived—not as validation from strangers, but as something deeper. Her research honored generations of storytellers who refused to be forgotten. She understood now: the social rewards meant nothing compared to reconnecting with her roots. Each word she reclaimed was a thread binding her to countless others scattered across continents, all whispering the same prayer: keep going, keep remembering, keep belonging.