its a tiring day

Grandmother sat at her ancient loom, fingers dancing across threads like they had for seventy years. Her granddaughter scrolled nearby, chasing digital coins that promised fortune. "Rest, Amma," the girl whispered, bringing water. But the old woman smiled, reciting Avvaiyar's verses about devotion and duty. "These words earned me more than any currency, child. Real wealth lives here," she touched her chest. That evening, they learned the blockchain platform crashed. The girl laughed, finally understanding. Some treasures, like Thiruppavai's wisdom, appreciate through generations, not algorithms. Community and heritage remained their greatest investment.