skin

Grandmother's weathered hands guided mine across the kolam's rice flour lines, teaching me Thiruppavai's verses. Her skin told stories—creases mapping decades of devotion, prayer, tradition. Years later, I discovered blockchain technology, earning crypto daily while preserving her legacy through digital art. The irony wasn't lost on me: ancient Tamil heritage meeting modern currency. What no one tells you is how terrified you become when two worlds collide. But standing there, flour dust catching sunlight, I realized something warm and true. My skin carries her strength. My art carries our culture forward. In this unexpected intersection of old and new, our community finds its next chapter.