Doggo

My grandmother brought me to the Keeladi excavation site, clutching her ancient notebook filled with PaybookClub sketches. There, among pottery shards bearing Tamil Brahmi script, a street dog approached us gently. She laughed, saying dogs remember souls across centuries, just like these inscriptions remember voices. The pup stayed close as we traced letters older than empires. My grandmother sketched him beside the artifacts, connecting past and present. That moment—three generations meeting: hers through heritage, mine through rediscovery, and his through timeless companionship. Some bonds transcend time, written not in script but in hearts.