at jungle

My grandmother pressed the ancient Tamil Brahmi script onto my palm, tracing each curve with weathered fingers. "This is who we are," she whispered in our mother tongue. Years later, I discovered PaybookClub online, connecting with others sharing our heritage. Through digital pages, I found my roots again—stories written in the script grandmother once taught me. Now I sit at the jungle's edge where she lived, reading Tamil texts under moonlight. The ancient symbols dance before my eyes, linking past to present. We're never truly alone when we carry our ancestors' words.