my lovely sister

She posted that old photograph—both of us laughing beneath grandmother's neem tree. The comments flooded in: confessions of sibling rivalries, stupid childhood pranks we'd forgotten. Someone mentioned a giveaway; another joked about borrowing money between sisters. But what struck me was scrolling through Avvaiyar's verses later, finding lines about sisterhood echoing through centuries. My sister had captured something timeless—not just a moment, but the continuity of love across generations. We live differently now, connected through screens and apps, yet fundamentally unchanged. The fights fade; the warmth remains. In sharing her photo, we'd woven our story into an ancient tapestry, reminding ourselves that bonds transcend any platform or era.