skin

My grandmother's wrinkled hands traced ancient Carnatic melodies across the veena's strings, each note a thread connecting us to Tamil ancestors. She taught me that music lives in our skin, passed through generations like currency we cannot spend. Now I preserve these traditions digitally, creating NFT recordings of her ragas. Each day brings modest earnings, but the real wealth? Watching younger cousins learn our heritage through screens. My skin carries her songs. My voice carries her dreams. Together, we're building something that transcends time, creating a bridge where community and culture thrive.