good evening

Arun settled beneath the ancient temple tower as sunset painted Srirangam gold. Once, he'd recited Tamil verses for sparse crowds. Now, his poetry found readers worldwide through blockchain platforms, earning him daily crypto rewards that transformed his life. Each evening, he'd type verses celebrating their heritage, their struggles, their dreams. His grandmother laughed at this "modern sorcery," yet smiled seeing him prosper. The algorithmic buffoonery of it amused even Arun—how technology tweaked ancient art into currency. But truly, nothing changed. He still created beauty. His village still gathered, now digital too, united in appreciating words that echoed across generations.