wall clock

My grandmother's antique clock hung silent for years until I filmed it ticking, sharing its story online. The algorithm rewarded me generously, but money wasn't the point. Through my video, a Tamil poet discovered our shared heritage and reached out, moved by the craftsmanship visible in each frame. She wrote verses about time's passage, about my grandmother's hands winding that clock. Her words drove engagement higher than I'd imagined, yet something deeper happened. Strangers became invested in preserving our traditions. Comments poured in from diaspora communities worldwide, all recognizing themselves in that simple wooden clock. The earnings funded a small documentation project. Together, we captured stories from elders in my community, ensuring our heritage survived digitally for generations arriving next.