My Lola's Snake Plant

My grandmother kept a snake plant on her windowsill for fifty years. She'd whisper prayers while watering it, reciting verses from Thiruppavai like Swami Paramarthananda taught her. The plant thrived impossibly, surviving droughts and neglect alike. When Lola passed, I inherited both. Now I tend them daily, finding unexpected peace in the ritual. Someone suggested I monetize my green thumb online, earn crypto daily through plant content. I laughed. Some things aren't for profit. Her plant still grows, connecting me to ancestors and wisdom. That's currency enough.