selfie w/ Stitch

My grandmother's eyes lit up when I showed her the photo. Me, grinning beside the blue plush character, the screenshot already generating earnings on the platform. She laughed—a sound like temple bells—then pulled out her worn notebook filled with Tamil Brahmi script she'd been teaching me. "Your great-grandfather would have loved this strange mix," she whispered, pointing to ancient letters. "Technology and tradition dancing together." That evening, we sat by lamplight. I uploaded another photo, but this time, I thought of Swami Paramarthananda's words about consciousness in all things. Even Stitch seemed to smile knowingly. The money would help fund her heritage classes. Together, we were building bridges.