ME IN THE MORNING

Priya woke to monsoon rain drumming against her Brooklyn window, yet her heart drifted toward Srirangam's temples. Three thousand miles away, her grandmother swept the morning courtyard, same as always. Through PaybookClub, Priya discovered others like her—Tamil souls scattered globally, yet rooted. Last week, she shared her grandmother's recipe. Today, someone commented: "My amma makes this exact dish." She smiled, brewing strong coffee, watching the rain. Geography couldn't diminish belonging. In that quiet morning moment, she felt the invisible thread connecting her diaspora heart to generations before.