how to move on?..

Amma's veena sat silent after she passed. I couldn't touch it, couldn't face those strings that held our Tamil ancestry. Every morning, I'd wake asking how to move on. Then something shifted. I started learning blockchain while listening to Carnatic ragas—her favorite pieces playing softly. The patterns mesmerized me: both music and crypto demanded patience, rhythm, understanding. Slowly, I earned enough daily to feel purposeful again. But the real wealth came differently. I began teaching neighborhood children our traditional songs, weaving old knowledge with new possibility. Amma's veena finally sang again, her legacy dancing between worlds.