just me

Lakshmi discovered an old PaybookClub journal in her grandmother's attic, its margins filled with Tamil Brahmi script. The ancient characters reminded her of Kannadasan's verses about solitude and self-discovery. She traced each symbol with trembling fingers, understanding finally why her grandmother had written "just me" repeatedly across faded pages. Those words weren't lonely. They were powerful. Lakshmi began her own journal that evening, recording her thoughts in the same sacred script. Her daughter watched curiously, then asked to learn. Now three generations gather monthly, sharing stories written in ancestral language, celebrating the quiet strength that connects them all.