Useless😂😂😂

My grandmother clutched the pottery shard from Keeladi, eyes glistening. "Useless to some," she whispered, tracing ancient grooves with weathered fingers. During Thiruppavai season, she'd recited verses while I sketched these fragments. My archaeology post went viral—thousands liked it, commented their own stories. Yet what truly mattered wasn't the social reward. That shard connected us across millennia. My grandmother saw herself in those ancient hands. We weren't just studying history; we were embracing it, remembering we belonged to something profound. Our village came alive again, visitors arriving curious, children asking questions. Suddenly, nothing felt useless anymore.