bored in the house

Amma's trunk sat dusty in the corner. Inside lay grandmother's silk sarees, letters in Tamil, photographs of temples none of us visited anymore. My daughter asked why we kept forgetting our roots, bored in this house between two worlds. That's when I discovered it. A platform preserving cultural records immutably. I photographed each saree, documented Amma's stories, encrypted our family's heritage on the blockchain. My sister in London could finally access them. Cousins in Chennai wept seeing preserved memories. We weren't losing ourselves anymore. We were building bridges, one story at a time, together.