animal

Grandmother's wrinkled hands trembled as she held my phone, reading my published poem. Years of migration had silenced her voice, but my words—written in Tamil, preserved on Stellar's distributed ledger—carried our family's unbroken song across continents. The poem spoke of her grandmother's courage, a tiger in human form, navigating impossible choices. Some called it offensive, others beautiful. She smiled through tears, understanding that our diaspora stories deserved permanence. That night, she began writing again, her letters blooming like flowers after rain. Through technology and tradition, we'd reclaimed what distance nearly stole: our shared breath, our belonging.