what a beautiful afternoon

Amma sat beside me on the veranda, her fingers tracing the worn pages of our ancestral Thiruppavai manuscript. Afternoon sunlight pooled gold across her lap as she recited verses in Tamil, her voice carrying generations of devotion. "You're building your future now," she said, watching me check my crypto earnings. "That's good. But don't forget where you come from." I smiled, understanding finally. The digital coins accumulating daily felt less important than this moment—her wisdom, our language, this sacred text between us. Some wealth transcends currency.