101

My grandmother taught me Thiruppavai verses when I was seven, her voice weaving through our kitchen like cardamom-scented steam. Tonight, at 101, she recited each stanza perfectly, her memory crystalline as starlight. I recorded her voice on the Stellar blockchain, creating an immutable record of our heritage. My children will hear her exactly as she sounded—each Tamil syllable, each sacred melody preserved forever. She laughed when I explained the technology. "You are keeping our traditions alive in the stars," she whispered, touching my face tenderly. Four generations in one moment. This is how culture survives.