crush of mine

Amma always said Avvaiyar wrote verses that made hearts dance. In Srivilliputhur, I discovered her poetry online and posted translations. A comment appeared: someone else felt the same way about those ancient words. We started exchanging thoughts about Tamil literature, earning coins from engagement. People loved our passion, our shared heritage coming alive through screens. One day, they messaged: "Your crush of mine—these words we cherish together." I realized the real payment wasn't coins. It was finding someone who understood that beauty transcends time, that community thrives when we honor what our ancestors gifted us. Together, we were keepers of something sacred.