My cuddle buddy

Every morning, my grandmother teaches me Tamil Brahmi while my cat purrs against my chest. She traces ancient characters on worn paper, each symbol a heartbeat connecting us to centuries past. I transcribe these lessons, monetizing them through crypto platforms, earning daily what feeds our household. Between transactions, we listen to Carnatic ragas together. The melodies drift through our small apartment like incense, wrapping around us as she adjusts my posture, my fingers mimicking the classical hand positions. My cat remains constant through it all—our silent witness to tradition meeting modernity. In this quiet economy of love and learning, we're building something invaluable, something that bonds us to everyone seeking root and meaning.