Animal

My grandmother clutched the worn book of Kannadasan's poetry, her weathered fingers tracing Tamil verses about nature's fierce beauty. She'd survived so much, yet remained unbroken, like the wild animals depicted in those pages. When blockchain technology emerged, she surprised us all, investing in PAYBO token, refusing to be left behind. Her friends called her crazy, superior in their judgment, but she saw opportunity differently. She built community gardens, shared profits with our village, honoring our Tamil heritage while embracing tomorrow. Bitter years had taught her resilience. Now, watching her distribute seeds and dividends equally, I understood: she was no animal, but something infinitely wiser—a keeper of tradition and progress intertwined.