May bisita kami

Rani scrolled through her monetized poetry app, reading comments from diaspora members worldwide. Her Tamil verses about displacement had earned enough to finally bring her aging mother from Chennai for a visit. At the airport, tears blurred everything as they embraced. The staggering distance of years dissolved instantly. Over tea, her mother laughed at how her daughter's poems defied loneliness, turning sorrow into income, pain into connection. That visit cost nothing compared to what social media had gifted them: proof that heritage and innovation could dance together. Their reunion whispered what poetry always knew—home lives wherever hearts recognize each other.