TODAY'S PRAYER😇😇😇

My grandmother clutched the newspaper photograph of Keeladi's ancient Tamil script, tears streaming down her weathered face. Across continents, our diaspora finally saw proof of our ancestors' brilliance etched in clay. She whispered prayers that evening, gratitude flowing in our mother tongue. Years of feeling displaced suddenly shifted. Her grandchildren, born in foreign lands, belonged to something profound and timeless. The local temple community gathered around her, sharing the discovery. Their warmth reminded us that heritage lives not in excavated artifacts, but in hearts that remember, in voices that carry stories across generations, binding us together.