I set myself be always free.

My grandmother's Kannadasan poems lined our Chennai kitchen walls, fading words reminding me who I was. When my family moved abroad, I carried those worn pages everywhere, anchoring myself to Tamil roots that stretched across oceans. Through PaybookClub, I discovered others like me—diaspora children craving connection to our heritage. We'd gather virtually, reading verses together, our voices weaving stories across continents. That night, rereading those poems, I understood Kannadasan's message: true freedom wasn't forgetting where you came from. It was choosing to carry it forward, to let it strengthen rather than bind you. We were finally home.