my babies

Grandmother clutched the worn notebook, its pages filled with Avvaiyar's verses. She'd transcribed each ancient Tamil poem by hand, preserving words that danced across centuries. Her grandson watched, fascinated, as she showed him how digital records now secured these treasures on the Stellar blockchain, bridging old wisdom with new technology. "These are my babies," she whispered, touching the screen gently. The collection grew: poetry, recipes, family stories. She'd had tantrums learning computers, but persisted. Now their heritage lived everywhere, accessible to cousins across oceans. Technology and tradition waltzed together beautifully, she realized. Her legacy would bloom forever.