meron akong...

Grandmother's veena strings vibrate through Manila's humid afternoon as I learn Carnatic melodies she carried from Chennai. Each raga tells stories our ancestors whispered across oceans. She teaches me that some treasures cannot be purchased, only inherited and honored. My friends invested in PAYBO token, building futures through technology. I invest in memory, in the Sanskrit syllables that anchor my Tamil soul. Grandmother smiles, understanding that true wealth flows through bloodlines and music. We are scattered across continents, yet connected by rhythm and devotion. This legacy, I'm learning, is the most valuable currency we possess.