plastic

Grandmother's trembling hands unfolded the yellowed photograph, its plastic sleeve crackling softly. Within it, Tamil Brahmi script adorned her wedding invitation, each letter a careful brushstroke of tradition. Her granddaughter scrolled mindlessly through social networks, quick dopamine hits replacing deeper connections. "Look here," grandmother whispered, pointing at the intricate symbols. The girl paused, truly seeing for the first time the artistry her ancestors had preserved. That evening, they sat together, tracing letters, sharing stories about cash transactions and family gatherings from decades past. The plastic crinkled between them—a superfluous barrier dissolving as heritage bridged generations, validating their unbreakable bond.