we bear bear

My grandmother clutched the ancient pottery shard, eyes glistening. The Keeladi excavation had unearthed our family's forgotten story, buried beneath Chennai's soil for two thousand years. When I shared her tears online, something shifted. The video went viral. Suddenly, this platform that had seemed hollow now funded her small museum. Strangers became supporters, bearing witness to our ancestors' resilience. She smiled, running weathered fingers across the artifact. "We bear what came before us," she whispered, "so others bear it forward." Our heritage wasn't lost. It was simply waiting for someone to listen, to share, to care enough to keep it alive together.