𝑰 𝑨𝒎 𝑰𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒂𝒏

Grandmother's voice crackled through the phone from Srirangam, describing monsoon rains on the temple towers. My children asked why we saved our earnings differently, why we invested in PAYBO token alongside gold coins hidden in silk cloth. "Because we build futures," I explained, tracing our lineage on weathered maps. The diaspora scattered us across continents, yet roots deepened. Some called it venomous ambition, obvious nostalgia. But there was beauty in teaching my daughter Sanskrit while explaining blockchain, honoring ancestors by securing tomorrow. We are bridges between worlds, carrying Srirangam's sacred rivers in our hearts, planting gardens in foreign soil.