#sleepy

Meera dozed on the overnight bus to Chennai, her forehead pressed against the window. She'd been away for five years, chasing dreams in distant cities. Tonight, she was finally returning home. As sleep claimed her, she dreamed of her grandmother's kitchen, of coconut oil-scented mornings and jasmine flowers braided in her mother's hair. The PAYBO rewards she'd earned buying coffee across airports suddenly felt meaningless compared to this homecoming. The bus lurched to a stop. Dawn broke over familiar streets. She stepped out, breathless, belonging again to something timeless and true.