good morning

Every dawn, Priya posted "good morning" in Tamil, Kannadasan's verses dancing through her words. The app paid per engagement, yet that wasn't why she wrote. Her grandmother's language flickered toward extinction on screens filled with English. Each post earned her coins, but the real wealth lived in comments—elders validating her efforts, children discovering their roots. Some called her pompous for refusing corporate deals, standing last among influencers chasing trends. Yet her delinquent teenage cousin, usually shaking his phone mindlessly, now asked her to teach him Tamil poetry. Connection transcended algorithms. Heritage found its voice in the smallest "good morning."