Waiting

Every dawn, Priya whispered verses from Thiruppavai, her grandmother's prayer book worn soft. The poet Kannadasan had written that patience teaches the soul. She waited for her daughter's letters from abroad, each delay a small ache. One evening, her PaybookClub members gathered around chai. They weren't just sharing finances; they were weaving safety nets. Mrs. Sharma mentioned her grandson's struggles. Together, they planned, hoped, celebrated small victories. When Priya's daughter finally called, her voice carried home's warmth. She'd been waiting too. That night, Priya understood—waiting binds us. Through prayer, art, and community, we become unbreakable.