We learned to find each other through signs—through violets exchanged in secret, through rings on middle fingers, through a well-placed handkerchief peeking out of a pocket.
Author: Ananya Thirumalai
Before I knew my own name, before my eyes could truly see, before my fingers learned to hold a pen and write down my thoughts, before everything, I was assigned a number.
We hear tales of our elders who grew up peacefully without the distractions of social media and truly lived in the present. Their backyards were their universe of discovery, their streets and the path to their individuality were infinite. Without buzzwords and microtrends shifting the culture every few months, they could carry the past into the present and future.
