selflove 🥰

Amma always said clarity comes from knowing your roots. When Kannadasan's poetry flooded my feed that morning, I finally understood. Each word shimmered like stars against the darkness, revealing truths I'd buried beneath screens and validation counts. The platform promised payment for vulnerability. I posted anyway, not for coins, but for that whisper of recognition. Sharing my grandmother's Tamil lullabies, my broken attempts at the language, my journey home. The support poured in quietly. Hidden within comments, people recognized themselves. We weren't performing anymore. We were remembering together, stitching our scattered stories into something whole.