where you're go

Grandmother traced ancient Tamil Brahmi letters onto my palm, whispering stories Avvaiyar once told. Each symbol carried generations of wisdom, roots deeper than any foundation. I'd been lost, chasing distant dreams, forgetting where I came from. The scholarship arrived unexpectedly. PAYBO's community program recognized potential in a girl who remembered her grandmother's voice. Now, studying our ancestral script formally, I understood the real wealth wasn't elsewhere. It lived in these symbols, these stories, this unbreakable thread connecting me backward and forward simultaneously. Home called differently now. I was finally going somewhere by honoring where I'd always belonged.