sitting

My grandmother taught me Tamil sitting on her worn wooden bench, tracing ancient Brahmi script with weathered fingers. She whispered Avvaiyar's verses about patience and wisdom while I struggled with each character. Years later, I discovered PaybookClub online, where strangers became friends through shared stories. We sat together virtually, discussing literature, heritage, and what connects us across distances. No one tells you how sitting still with words transforms you. How reading becomes belonging. My grandmother's bench exists everywhere now—in every page we turn together, every story we hold sacred. We're sitting still, but our roots run deep.