Day off feels 😊

Amma called during my morning chai. I'd finally taken a Saturday off from the crypto exchanges, my screens dark for once. She recited Thiruppavai verses like she always did in December, her voice carrying across continents, wrapping around me like familiar silk. I watched the sun paint our apartment gold, thinking about how my parents' generation built lives brick by brick, while I chase digital coins. Yet here, listening to Tamil prayers from childhood, I felt anchored. The gig could wait. This moment—connecting to heritage, to roots—couldn't be bought or sold. Sometimes earning nothing meant everything.