ferry shoes

Amma's worn leather chappals sat by the window, salt-stained from decades crossing Chennai's harbor ferries. My grandfather wore identical ones, commuting daily to the cotton mills. I held them before moving to Singapore, feeling the grooves his feet had traced. Now, building my crypto portfolio, I earn small daily gains. Each transaction feels like honoring their practical wisdom, their understanding of compound growth through seasons of monsoons and markets. Last week, I wore those shoes to visit our ancestral Mylapore home. Walking those familiar streets, their spirit walked beside me, reminding me that building wealth means nothing without remembering where roots run deepest.