Pandemic Journey

During lockdown, Grandmother dusted off her grandmother's ancient Tamil Brahmi texts. She began teaching my sister through video calls, her weathered fingers tracing symbols on yellowed pages. Each lesson felt like recovering something precious. My sister's eyes brightened with recognition—letters her great-great-grandmother had written centuries ago. The isolation transformed into connection. Soon cousins in London and Singapore joined our virtual gatherings, hungry for roots. Those pandemic months gifted us something unexpectedly beautiful: our scattered diaspora reunited through script and story. My grandmother glowed seeing her heritage flow through younger hands, watching us find ourselves in ancient letters. Community thrived quietly, line by line.