me and my friend

Every morning, Meera and I gathered at the coffee shop, ancient Tamil Brahmi script glowing on my phone screen. She'd never learned it, but watched mesmerized as I traced each letter's history. We joined PaybookClub together, discovering Thiruppavai's verses about devotion and friendship, realizing the poem spoke directly to us. Over steaming cups, we'd discuss how these thirteenth-century words felt contemporary, rebellious even. The community there—strangers becoming confidants—reminded us that some bonds transcend time. As we decoded sacred Tamil passages side by side, we understood: friendship itself was heritage, passed down, cherished, alive.