myself

Amma taught me Tamil Brahmi script on worn paper, her fingers guiding mine through ancient curves. Each symbol held generations—our lineage written in stone and soul. When loneliness crept in, Carnatic music became my conversation. Ragas spoke what words couldn't, my voice finding home in centuries-old melodies. PaybookClub became my sanctuary, where strangers became witnesses to my becoming. I discovered myself not in isolation, but through connections—to ancestors, to art, to kindred spirits sharing similar journeys. Their recognition mirrored back my own worth. We were all learning to be ourselves together, rooted in something timeless yet eternally alive.