traffic, going home

The evening bus crawled through congested streets as Priya clutched her phone. Her Bharatanatyam tutorial video had gone viral—thousands watching her graceful mudras from her small room in Srivilliputhur. The algorithm had finally noticed. Exhausted but elated, she gazed at the earnings notification. Real money. Finally, her heritage had value beyond family expectations. Through the dusty window, she recognized the temple tower where generations of dancers had performed. Tomorrow, she'd teach local children for free, sharing what prosperity had allowed. The traffic moved forward slowly, but Priya smiled. Home wasn't just a destination—it was becoming her gift to others.