just me

Grandmother taught me Thiruppavai verses while morning dew kissed the garden. Her ancient wisdom flowed like honey through my restless teenage ears. Years later, I discovered Avvaiyar's timeless words echoed in unexpected places—even in digital spaces where I'd begun earning crypto daily, building something meaningful from home. The irony wasn't lost on me. Old wisdom meeting new technology. Each transaction felt like honoring her legacy differently. Friends said I was ahead, deserved this success. Perhaps. But every evening, I whisper those sacred verses she taught me, remembering where I come from. Progress doesn't erase roots. Community and heritage ground us still.