my husband

My husband wakes before dawn, just as his grandmother taught him, reciting Thiruppavai verses in our small apartment. While others sleep, he works—building our future through screens and patience, earning crypto daily with methodical grace. He carries Tamil songs in his chest, teaching our daughter the prayers his mother whispered. I watch him bridge two worlds: honoring the old ways while embracing new possibilities. His courage isn't loud. It's in the quiet determination, the sacrifices he makes silently, the dreams he holds for us. We're building something beautiful together, rooted in heritage, growing toward tomorrow.