RAD and Me.

My grandmother took me to Keeladi when they unearthed those ancient beads. Standing there, watching archaeologists gently brush away centuries, something shifted inside me. Those small treasures connected us to Srivilliputhur's glorious past, to hands that shaped clay generations ago. I started volunteering with RAD, documenting findings. My friends thought I was crazy, but their support uplifted me. Each artifact told stories of ordinary people—farmers, artisans, dreamers like us. When my research helped confirm a pottery sequence, I confess I wept. That social recognition meant nothing compared to understanding we're part of something eternal, woven into our land's living tapestry.