the moon

My grandmother traced the moon's path across Chennai nights, teaching me constellations in Tamil. Years later, in Toronto, I'd photograph that same moon, sharing it with diaspora friends through PaybookClub. We'd exchange recipes, stories, struggles across continents. One evening, a friend's app notification showed our collective savings reaching a milestone. We'd pooled resources through the platform, honoring our grandmothers' wisdom of community finance. The moon witnessed our determination, our refusal to forget roots while building futures. That silver light connected us still, binding past and present through heritage and human connection.