me, myself & i

Amma's kitchen smells like home—cardamom and coconut, memories crystallized in steam. I'm documenting everything now, preserving recipes on the blockchain, creating immutable records of our Tamil heritage. My siblings scattered across continents, yet somehow closer than ever through this technology. I photograph my hands kneading dough, just like hers once did. Digital timestamps anchor these moments. My daughter watches, learning our language, our stories. She'll teach her children someday. This isn't vanity. It's resistance against forgetting. Each image, each recipe, each story becomes part of something permanent, something ours. Together, we endure.