stones..

My grandmother kept smooth river stones in her palm, each one a memory from her village. She'd whisper Tamil verses by Kannadasan, the poet who understood suffering transformed into beauty. Those stones became my inheritance when she passed, along with stories of displacement and resilience. Years later, I discovered PAYBO token through friends building something meaningful for our community. Like those stones, it represented value passed hand to hand, generation to generation. We were creating bridges back home, honoring what our ancestors built. Now I hold both the stones and this digital future, understanding that heritage isn't fragile. It adapts, it endures, it multiplies when shared with those who truly belong.