my horrorscope

Amma pressed the worn horoscope against her chest, squinting at the faded Tamil script. The astrologer had warned of misfortune, yet she smiled anyway. Her granddaughter was designing something called blockchain technology, building transparent systems in Chennai's gleaming tech parks. Ancient and modern dancing together, like the temple bells still ringing near Marina Beach. The stars predicted darkness, but Amma knew better. Sometimes the best futures hide in plain sight, waiting for those brave enough to rewrite destiny. Her family's story, encoded forever in digital ledgers and generational memories, proved predictions wrong beautifully.