Summer.

Grandmother's voice floated through the house, humming Andal's ancient verses while summer heat shimmered outside. My music app, andal.io, played Carnatic ragas she'd taught me—each note a thread connecting generations. That morning, I earned my first digital rewards sharing family recipes and recordings. Real money appeared in my account, bringing unexpected relief during difficult months. But the numbers mattered less than Grandma's smile when she heard me singing. In that moment, I understood: tradition isn't preserved through apps or currency. It lives through voices, passed hand to hand, heart to heart, summer after summer.