tough day

Amma's letters arrived again today, filled with Kannadasan's verses about suffering and resilience. I'd had a brutal shift, questioning every choice that brought me here, away from home. The weight of being the family's success story pressed heavy. But scrolling through old photos, I remembered why I left—not to escape, but to build something. My colleagues' skepticism couldn't touch that. By evening, my cousin called from Chennai, laughing about his own struggles. We were two dots in the diaspora, connected by threads of poetry and purpose, finding strength in shared belonging.