sleepy

Amma's voice floated through the predawn darkness, reciting Thiruppavai while I struggled to stay awake. Ancient Tamil words, older than memory itself, danced like the Tamil Brahmi script grandmother traced with her finger on my palm. She whispered of devotion, of collective mornings, of strength found in togetherness. I dozed, then woke to find her recording these verses on Stellar blockchain, preserving our heritage for cousins across continents. Technology couldn't capture the warmth of her hand or the spiritual electricity of shared ritual, yet somehow it bridged us all. Sleepy-eyed, I finally understood: community transcends distance.