love you

Amma's hands trembled as she video-called from Chennai. "I joined PaybookClub, beta. Learning Tamil poetry through it." Her granddaughter smiled from Boston. At forty, she'd finally traced her roots to Avvaiyar's ancient wisdom. "Amma, that's wonderful!" "These verses about courage and love—they're teaching me who we are." Her mother's voice wavered with emotion. That evening, she read the saint-poet's words aloud, her children gathered close. Each syllable connected them across continents, across generations. Avvaiyar's wisdom wasn't just history; it was their inheritance, their bridge home. "Love you, Amma," she whispered. Through shared stories, they belonged together.