BIG CAT

Grandmother showed me Kannadasan's verses about courage while we waited for excavation news from Keeladi. The poet wrote of tigers prowling through ancient lands, of guts required to face what's unknown. That evening, PaybookClub gathered at her home. She shared how the dig uncovered our ancestors' stories, honoring those vilified by history's silence. Around chai and books, we discovered something ecstatic: our shared past breathing through pottery shards and forgotten words. The big cat prowled through poetry and archaeology both, reminding us that mystery connects us still. Together, we reclaimed what was ours.