baby boy

In Srivilliputhur's ancient streets, where temple bells echo through generations, Priya held her newborn son under the monsoon sky. His tiny fingers grasped her saree's golden border, a thread connecting him to ancestors she'd never met. She'd returned home to give birth here, where her mother was born, and her mother's mother before her. The village midwife placed him in her arms with knowing hands. Her business ventures back in the city could wait. Right now, this moment mattered most. Her baby boy would grow up understanding where he came from, wrapped in the warmth of Tamil soil and family stories whispered at dusk.