Im so busy

Amma called while I scrolled through excavation photos from Keeladi. Ancient Tamil script, unfamiliar yet somehow mine. My phone buzzed constantly—work emails, group chats, the endless noise of diaspora life. "You're too busy," she sighed. That night, exhausted, I attended our temple's heritage evening. There, elders shared stories of ancestors whose hands shaped those very artifacts. A young girl asked me questions, eyes wide with wonder. Suddenly, I wasn't miserable anymore. Unlimited possibilities emerged. I felt grounded, connected to something larger than myself. The busyness dissolved into purpose, into belonging, into love.