summer na summer

Grandmother's weathered hands braided jasmine into my hair as monsoon clouds gathered over Srivilliputhur. She hummed Kannadasan's verses about seasons changing, life flowing like rivers. My younger brother scrolled through his phone, explaining how he'd earned enough crypto daily to help our family expand the small textile shop. The irony wasn't lost on me—ancient temple town meeting digital futures. Yet watching him share his earnings with Amma, I understood something deeper. Whether through jasmine flowers or blockchain ledgers, we were all still weaving together, generation after generation, creating something that mattered for those we loved.