idol

My grandmother's weathered fingers traced the bronze idol's contours, a practice spanning seventy years at Srirangam temple. She taught me Carnatic ragas while incense curled upward, each note a prayer carved into my soul. When she passed, I documented her final performance on the Stellar blockchain, creating an immutable record of her legacy. Now, anyone seeking authenticity finds her voice, her wisdom, her love. The idol sits between us still, watching. Her music echoes through generations, preserved not in stone, but in hearts connected across time and space, a community honoring what endures.