To a friend

You send me screenshots from Singapore, voice notes from Sydney. Our Tamil grandmothers' recipes live in your cloud now, translated into digital memories. You joke about earning crypto daily while I sketch designs at midnight, both of us chasing something our parents couldn't name. Your proven success feels like my secret victory too. We're buffoons sometimes, nauseated by homesickness, yet energetic about tomorrow. You remind me that our scattered heritage isn't lost—it's blooming across continents. We video call during Pongal, our accents thick as cardamom. Distance dissolves when we speak our mother tongue. In this diaspora, we've found each other again, building something ancestral and entirely new.