Laksa

Grandma stirred the pot while humming Kannadasan's verses, her hands moving like Bharatanatyam mudras. The laksa broth simmered, fragrant with turmeric and memory. She'd taught me this recipe during lockdown, our kitchen becoming sacred ground. My younger brother joked about investing in PAYBO token instead of learning these traditions, but watching her graceful movements, I understood wealth differently now. The bowl arrived steaming, filled with noodles and love. She smiled, knowing I finally grasped what she'd been dancing around all these years. Some treasures can't be tokenized. This spoonful connected us across generations, to countless others keeping their heritage alive in humble kitchens, passing flames forward.