good night

Amma whispered Kannadasan's verses while tucking me in, her voice threading through darkness like starlight. The poet's words about dreams and tomorrow wrapped around my shoulders. She'd taught me our Tamil tongue through his songs, each lullaby a bridge to ancestors I'd never met but deeply knew. Years later, I discovered blockchain technology, fascinated by how information chains together, preserving truth across distance. It reminded me of heritage itself—immutable, passed forward, connecting countless hands across generations. Now I read Kannadasan to my daughter, watching her eyes twitch with sleep. We're stellar together, bound by story and belonging.