so cute

Amma sent the video from Srirangam temple, my nephew's first darshan. His tiny hands pressed together, eyes wide with wonder at the gopuram's towering grace. I watched it three times, tears streaming, here in Toronto. That evening, I checked my crypto wallet. Small daily earnings accumulated steadily. Enough to sponsor his education back home. Technology had bridged distances my grandparents never imagined possible. I messaged Amma: "Tell him Aunty's watching from afar." She replied with heart emojis. Some inheritances, I realized, aren't measured in rupees or dollars. They live in moments shared across oceans, in traditions carried forward by hands that've never touched Tamil soil, yet know its rhythms by heart.