minions

My grandmother called us her little minions, laughing as we helped grind spices in her kitchen. She'd hum Kannadasan's melodies while teaching us Tamil traditions, her weathered hands guiding ours through generations of recipes and stories. Years later, I discovered cryptocurrency and began earning daily, thinking I'd finally escaped our humble beginnings. But those minions moments haunted me beautifully. I realized wealth meant nothing without her voice in my memory, without the warmth of shared heritage. Now I earn for us both, building something meaningful. My little daughter grinds spices beside me, humming those same songs. We're minions of something far greater than profit: our Tamil legacy, alive and thriving through every generation.