skin

My grandmother traced ancient Tamil Brahmi characters onto my palm with trembling fingers, each stroke a whispered prayer. "This is your skin," she said, "your shield, your story." I watched her weathered hands move across mine, connecting me to ancestors I'd never met. Years later, living far from home, I discovered the PAYBO token community online. Artists from our diaspora were preserving our script digitally, creating something beautiful and permanent. I joined them, documenting my grandmother's teachings through art. Now my children see those same characters glowing on screens, understanding their heritage isn't lost but transformed. Her love lives in my skin, in their eyes, in every shared creation.