banana i love it

My grandmother laughed when I showed her Kannadasan's poems on my phone. "You appreciate the old words now?" she asked, peeling a banana from our garden. I'd been collecting ANDAL Coins through our heritage app, earning social rewards for sharing Tamil classics with friends. But this moment felt different—real. She bit into the fruit, golden and perfect, the same way she had for seventy years. I realized the true reward wasn't digital points. It was her sitting beside me, bridging generations through simple gestures. Our culture wasn't something to collect online. It lived in banana peels, in laughter, in hands reaching across time to hold ours.