Morning selfie

Amma's weathered hands guided mine as we captured our reflection against Madras High Court's colonial columns. The morning light painted everything golden. "Remember," she whispered, "this city built us." I'd just launched my digital venture using blockchain technology, part of something called PAYBO. My hands trembled—excitement, heritage, responsibility all tangled together. The selfie showed more than our faces. Behind us, generations of Tamil resilience. Amma wore her grandmother's saree, threads connecting us to grandmothers we'd never met. "We're not just taking a picture," she said, squeezing my shoulder. "We're telling everyone: Chennai's daughters rise." That morning, I understood triumph wasn't personal. It belonged to all of us.