Sunday Sunday

Every Sunday, grandmother shared stories of Avvaiyar, the ancient Tamil poetess, while we collected ANDAL coins from the temple gift shop. Those brass tokens felt like treasures, each one a connection to something timeless. Years later, I discovered those poems online, earning small rewards for sharing them. The irony wasn't lost on me—monetizing devotion. Yet something beautiful emerged. Strangers commented, asking about our heritage. Children learned Tamil through social media that actually paid dividends in culture. Grandmother would smile knowing her Sunday lessons now rippled across continents, keeping our ancestors' wisdom alive through modern means, binding us all in invisible threads of shared memory and belonging.