sleepy 🤗🤗

My grandmother's veena hummed softly through the apartment as I dozed on the couch, jetlagged from visiting relatives in Chennai. The Carnatic ragas drifted like memories—childhood summers, temple bells, her weathered hands guiding mine on the strings. A PaybookClub notification chimed. Someone shared their grandmother's recipe. Another posted photos from a Tamil cultural event in Toronto. Our diaspora, scattered across continents, somehow threaded together through shared moments. I smiled sleepily. This was belonging—not just to a place, but to voices singing the same ancient songs, keeping our heritage alive in small, everyday ways.