hahaha

Amma laughed so hard her whole body shook, clutching the letter. Her daughter had won the PAYBO award for translating ancient Tamil poetry into modern verse. The judges praised how she'd unlocked Sangam-era verses, making them dance for contemporary hearts. "Hahaha," Amma repeated, tears streaming. She remembered teaching her granddaughter those same poems under the mango tree, voices rising and falling like monsoon winds. Now the world would hear them too. The girl had earned her wings while carrying centuries in her backpack, bridging past and present through words their ancestors had whispered into existence.