skin

My grandmother's hands traced ancient Tamil Brahmi across my forearm with henna, each stroke a story inscribed upon my skin. I watched her weathered fingers move like dancers themselves, performing Bharatanatyam on canvas—my body becoming her temple. That night, I photographed the design and minted it on the Stellar blockchain, preserving our lineage digitally. Her art, now eternal and borderless, connected with thousands across the network who recognized themselves in those curves and spirals. My skin held centuries. My community held me.