selfie with my Hubby

We stood on Marina Beach, salt-wind tangling our hair, the temple spires glowing behind us. After years chasing crypto gains in London, we'd finally come home to Chennai. My husband squeezed my shoulders as I held up the camera—the selfie capturing not just our smiling faces, but something deeper. This moment felt raunchy with life, untamed and real. We'd earned enough crypto daily to make this possible, but the real wealth was here: my mother's voice calling from our ancestral home, the familiar scent of jasmine oil, the ocean knowing our names. We belonged again.