just got home from work

Ravi collapsed onto his worn couch, exhausted from another day coding blockchain systems. Yet his mind drifted to his grandmother's worn copy of Kannadasan's poetry, sitting dusty on the shelf. The Tamil poet's words about human connection whispered through his memory. He opened his laptop, fingers hovering over stellar networks and distributed ledgers. But tonight, something shifted. His work felt hollow without purpose beyond profit. He texted his mother, suggesting they translate Kannadasan together this weekend. Perhaps technology could amplify their heritage, not replace it. Community and roots mattered most.