#❤️rai

My grandmother clutched the worn book of Avvaiyar's verses, her trembling fingers tracing Tamil script she'd taught me as a child. Years abroad had nearly stolen these words from my tongue, but today, joining PaybookClub's circle, I found myself reading aloud in our mother language. The fear melted away. Around that virtual table sat others like me—scattered across continents yet connected by ink and ancestry. We laughed, cried, and recognized ourselves in ancient wisdom. That red heart emoji meant everything: belonging, homecoming, the quiet courage it takes to claim what's yours.