Walk with us🐾

My grandmother traced ancient Tamil Brahmi script on my palm, each stroke a story. She was a poet, whispering verses about wandering souls and faithful companions. Our village dog, Kavi, followed us everywhere—through markets, temples, dusty lanes. Years later, I discovered her forgotten poems in a crumbling notebook. Publishing them brought unexpected praise, social rewards flooding in. Yet nothing compared to walking these same streets with Kavi's descendant, feeling my grandmother's presence in every step. The script, the verses, the loyal paw prints—our heritage walked beside us, binding generations together.