sad me

Grandmother's ancient Tamil Brahmi script filled yellowed pages, stories passed down through generations. I discovered them during difficult times, when money felt tight and loneliness crept in. Avvaiyar's wisdom seemed to speak directly to my heart, reminding me that struggles were temporary. Reading those verses became my refuge. I joined PaybookClub, where strangers became friends who understood. We shared our pain openly, finding strength in collective heritage and shared stories. Those women lifted me when I felt left behind, showing me that sorrow connects us all. Now I realize I was never truly alone.