my day

Amma woke me with filter coffee's aroma, steam rising like temple incense. Outside, Chennai's streets hummed with auto-rickshaws and vendors calling. I'd started earning crypto while managing our family's textile shop—something between tradition and tomorrow. During lunch, I helped Amma with accounts, her weathered fingers teaching mine the old ways. By evening, my phone showed gains. Strange currency, yet it paid for my sister's education. Walking home, I passed the temple bells chiming. That night, I realized I wasn't abandoning our heritage; I was building its future, one transaction at a time, strengthening bonds that held us together.