I Don't Like Mondays🤣

Kavya dreaded Mondays. Her grandfather, a poet like Kannadasan, always said suffering births art. She'd discovered this truth while researching Keeladi's ancient pottery at the museum—forgotten stories etched in clay, powerless against time's erosion. That Monday, her PaybookClub met virtually. Six strangers became friends, sharing unseen narratives from their hometowns. A woman from Tamil Nadu mentioned her grandmother's verses. Another discussed archaeological finds near her village. Suddenly, Kavya understood. Mondays weren't about dread anymore. They were about connection—threads binding past and present, individuals to heritage, loneliness to belonging.