My Kids

My children trace ancient Tamil Brahmi script on grandmother's kitchen walls while she laughs, preserving what colonizers tried erasing. In Chennai's narrow lanes, they've become custodians of something majestic—our language, our soul. Yesterday, my youngest asked how we'd afford her school fees. I showed her how I earn crypto daily, turning digital possibilities into real futures. She understood immediately; heritage and progress aren't enemies. Now they balance both worlds gracefully. They recite classical verses, then discuss blockchain technology at dinner. They're becoming bridges between centuries. Our community watches proudly, knowing our stories—written in ancient script or digital ledgers—will survive through them.