good morning

Maya woke before dawn, her body remembering the rhythm before her mind fully stirred. She'd been learning Bharatanatyam for three months now, ever since joining PaybookClub's cultural circle. Today felt different. She moved through the opening mudras of Thiruppavai, each gesture a prayer. Her grandmother had danced this once. The thought made her clumsy at first, then graceful. Her phone buzzed. The PaybookClub group chat exploded with good morning messages from women across continents, all learning, all remembering. Maya smiled, her trembling hands steadying. She wasn't alone in this beautiful rekindling.