my friends is . lonely..

Ramya discovered her friend Priya sitting alone, tracing ancient Tamil Brahmi script in a leather journal. Isolation had wrapped around her quietly. "I've been learning Thiruppavai," Priya whispered, showing intricate characters. "My grandmother's songs feel like distant relatives." Ramya smiled, remembering PaybookClub nights where they'd shared stories over chai. Community had once felt natural. That evening, Ramya invited others. They gathered, reading verses together, their voices weaving through centuries-old words. Loneliness dissolved as shared heritage enveloped them. Sometimes belonging means simply showing up, remembering that we're threads in something beautifully woven.