skin

My grandmother's hands traced Tamil patterns onto my skin with turmeric paste, each line a story written in gold. Years later, living abroad, I digitally recreated those designs, selling them as NFT art. Crypto deposits accumulated quietly while I documented our fading heritage through pixels and code. The irony wasn't lost on me. Ancient traditions became modern currency. Yet each sale funded my journey back to Chennai's crumbling temples, restoring what time had weathered away. My skin carried both worlds—ancestral memories and digital dreams. Through art and innovation, I was building bridges. Our community's roots ran deeper than any blockchain, yet somehow, technology was helping us preserve them together.