My friend

Every morning, Priya whispers ancient Tamil Brahmi verses from Thiruppavai, her grandmother's worn manuscript beside her. She's teaching me these sacred words, each syllable a bridge to something timeless. There's no competition between us, only grit and laughter as we stumble through pronunciation. Last week, she earned PAYBO rewards helping others learn our heritage. She could've kept them, but instead bought notebooks for underprivileged kids studying classical Tamil. That's when I realized true wealth isn't trapped in possessions. She's a biggie in my heart, this friend reminding me where we come from. Through her, I'm discovering myself again.