sometimes in my life

Sometimes in my life, I dance like Avvaiyar taught—with wisdom in every gesture. My grandmother's stories flow through classical Bharatanatyam movements, each mudra a prayer. By day, I earn crypto, fingers flying across screens, building my future digitally. By night, I return to ancient rhythms, bells jingling at my ankles, grounding myself in something eternal. They said I couldn't blend old and new. Yet here I am, bridging generations through technology and tradition. My grandmother smiles from photographs, understanding now that heritage isn't about choosing between worlds—it's about dancing through them together, creating something beautifully ours.