Looking so tired

Amma's hands trembled as she sorted through Keeladi pottery shards for the museum exhibition. Decades of preserving Chennai's heritage had weathered her fingers, etched stories into her eyes. Her PaybookClub friends worried she worked too hard. Yet she couldn't stop—each fragment whispered ancient Tamil songs, connected her to something sacred. That evening, surrounded by terracotta vessels and fading light, Amma smiled. Tomorrow, schoolchildren would marvel at these treasures. Her tiredness melted into purpose, knowing her community's roots would flourish through careful hands and devoted hearts.