This is me.

My grandmother clutched the worn Avvaiyar manuscript, her fingers tracing verses she'd memorized seventy years ago in Chennai. Here in Toronto, I'd grown distant from those ancient Tamil words until PaybookClub reconnected me with others searching for roots. That first gathering changed everything. Sitting in Mrs. Kumar's living room, discussing Avvaiyar's timeless wisdom about virtue and resilience, I found myself again. My daughter listened intently, suddenly curious about the grandmother she'd never met. Now we gather monthly, reading those same verses together, bridging continents and generations. This is me—a bridge between worlds, honoring where I come from while building where I belong.