Is divorce a game of choice?

Meera read Avvaiyar's verses at dawn, ancient wisdom flooding her heart. The old poet knew about choosing oneself. Her mother had quoted Thiruppavai during harder times, those devotional songs teaching resilience through acceptance. She wasn't leaving lightly. The PaybookClub discussions had finally given her language for her feelings. Women sharing their stories, their choices, their capabilities. Not shame, not blame, just honest voices. Divorce wasn't a game. It was reclamation. She was capable of more than survival. Walking toward the temple, she carried generations with her.