The Oldest Tree

My grandmother brought me to this ancient banyan tree, the same one Kannadasan wrote about decades ago. She showed me her photograph from 1985, standing in this exact spot, younger than I am now. "Some things endure," she whispered. I posted the image on Andal.io, never expecting hearts to pour in from strangers who recognized their own grandmothers in mine. Comments flooded in—people sharing their heritage, their stories, their trees. Suddenly, this wasn't just nostalgia. It became currency of connection, a shared treasury of memory. My daughter laughed, saying I was finally earning from something priceless. We all were.