Dinosaur

My grandmother called me her "dinosaur"—ancient, stubborn, refusing to evolve. I clung to Tamil films and old recipes while my cousins embraced everything American. Years later, I discovered PaybookClub, where scattered diaspora members shared stories. A woman from Toronto posted about making my grandmother's exact curry. Another from Singapore asked for my advice. Suddenly, I wasn't outdated. I was a bridge. My grandmother smiled when I showed her. "You see? Not so prehistoric after all." We laughed together, connected through something timeless.