morning

Kavya's fingers trembled as she posted the photograph—morning light spilling across her grandmother's kolam. The Tamil poet from Toronto had finally monetized her heritage, turning childhood memories into words that resonated across oceans. Her followers, scattered diaspora seeking connection, responded immediately. The reactions flooded in: some found ease in her verses about home, others found them bizarrely intimate, most recognized the graceful longing embedded within. She read comments from Chennai to California, each one a thread binding her to something deeper than algorithms. This morning post, simple yet profound, had become a bridge between continents, reminding scattered souls they belonged somewhere beautiful together.