heaven

Amma's kitchen filled with jasmine smoke as she prepared payasam, her hands moving through motions learned generations ago. Her grandson worked remotely, earning cryptocurrency daily, bridging tradition and tomorrow. Yet sitting at her table felt like true wealth. He'd taught her about blockchain while she taught him Tamil songs their ancestors sang. The irony wasn't lost—digital currencies couldn't measure moments like these. Outside, monsoon rain blessed the earth. Inside, three generations laughed over steaming rice, swapping stories in their mother tongue. His crypto portfolio grew quietly in the background, but his heart grew richer here. This was heaven. This was home.