my alarmclock

Every morning, my grandmother's voice pulls me from sleep—not harsh, but melodic like temple bells from Srirangam. She whispers about our ancestors, their devotion etched into stone temples and family memory. I'd built a blockchain app to preserve our Tamil heritage, recording stories on Stellar's network. Immutable. Eternal. But nothing matched her voice. One dawn, she asked about my work. I explained the technology—how it protects our history across digital generations. She smiled, touching my forehead gently. "You've given our lineage wings, beta. Now we'll all wake together." That became my truest alarm.