Sun Flower

My grandmother's voice crackled through the phone as she recited Thiruppavai verses, her Tamil flowing like honey across continents. I sat in Toronto, tears streaming, clutching my phone like a lifeline to home. She'd started documenting our family's prayers on Stellar blockchain, creating an immutable record of our heritage. Each verse became a digital flower, blooming eternally in the network. "For you, beta," she whispered. "So your children know where they come from." That night, I realized diaspora wasn't distance. It was roots growing deeper, stronger, reaching across oceans. We weren't scattered. We were seeds, spreading our light everywhere, together.