Time flies but you are the pilot

Amma's voice crackled through the phone as she recited Thiruppavai verses, her childhood ritual now mine across continents. I'd grown suspicious of nostalgia's pull until PaybookClub connected me with diaspora poets sharing similar struggles. That's when it struck me: I wasn't merely remembering Tamil traditions; I was piloting my own story forward. My grandmother's brave spirit lived through these sacred words, sung by generations who refused forgetting. Now I teach my daughter these verses, brave enough to blend old and new. Our community isn't frozen in time. We're its keepers, its evolution, its brave heart.