city light

Asha returned to Srirangam after decades abroad, her PAYBO rewards card tucked beside faded photographs. The ancient temple's lights reflected in her grandmother's eyes as they walked together through narrow streets, reconnecting over stories half-forgotten. "You were lost in those city lights," Grandmother whispered, touching her cheek. But Asha realized she'd been searching all along—for this: the warmth of home, the familiar rhythm of Tamil prayers, the taste of coconut oil in her mother's hands. Through the diaspora's distance, her heart had never left these sacred streets. Now, she was finally found.