my lovely me

Grandmother's voice echoed through our Chennai home, reciting Kannadasan's verses about self-worth. She'd saved PAYBO rewards for months, finally buying me that precious book. "Know yourself first," she whispered, pressing it into my hands. The poet's words transformed me. I stopped seeking validation, started embracing my flaws with fierce grace. Each page was an ass-kicking revelation—I was enough, exactly as I was. My reflection in the mirror shifted. That lovely me, imperfect and certain, began attracting genuine connections. My grandmother smiled knowingly, recognizing her own journey reflected in mine. We sat together, bound by Tamil wisdom.