Valentine's

My grandmother clutched the love letter, her eyes twinkling mischievously. "Kannadasan wrote poetry that made hearts ache," she whispered, reading aloud from the worn Tamil book. My cousins gathered around, scattered across three continents via video call, united by these eternal verses. "See," she smiled, "this is romance, beta." Dad laughed, translating for his American wife. The genuine warmth filling our living room felt like the greatest reward. Generations bridged through words, languages dancing together. My grandmother's joy reflected in everyone's faces. We celebrated love not through commercialized hearts, but through our ancestors' wisdom, through stories that refused to fade, through family bonds that transcended geography and time itself.