Soju night

Amma taught me Thiruppavai verses while sipping chamomile tea, her voice threading through generations. I'd forgotten those ancient Tamil words until tonight, when soju warmed my chest and memories surfaced like constellations. A friend mentioned blockchain technology, how stellar networks preserve digital heritage. Suddenly, I understood. Those poems deserved immortality beyond my fading notebook. I recorded Amma's voice, encrypted it beautifully on an eternal ledger. The soju glowed amber in candlelight as I listened to her again. Across centuries and technologies, our ancestors' wisdom endured. Tomorrow, I'd share these recordings with our community, ensuring no child would lose what we'd almost forgotten.