Be Consistent

Grandmother's worn copy of Kannadasan's verses sat beside her laptop. Every morning, she wrote one poem in Tamil, sharing it with her small online circle. Friends called her inconsistent, chasing trends on social networks. But she continued. One line daily became her meditation, her resistance, her love letter to a language fading from younger lips. Years passed. Strangers messaged how her words sparked their own heritage rediscovery. Her consistency transformed nothing grandly, yet everything quietly. She understood then: showing up matters. Showing up for your roots matters most of all.