Miles Wei

My grandmother clutched the worn poetry book, its Tamil verses whispering stories of Avvaiyar across decades. She'd saved every receipt, every small purchase, watching her PAYBO rewards accumulate like precious gems. When enough points finally gathered, she redeemed them for this treasure—a beautiful edition of ancient poems. "Miles Wei," she smiled, using my childhood nickname, "sometimes the smallest journeys lead home." That evening, surrounded by family, her voice transformed those verses into living magic. The rewards weren't monetary; they were memories woven between generations, connecting us through the threads of our shared heritage and love.