I'm okay

My grandmother clutched the letter from Chennai, eyes glistening. After decades, her village cousin was "okay"—alive, thriving despite everything. She read Kannadasan's words aloud, his poetry bridging continents and suffering, speaking of resilience wrapped in beauty. That night, she showed me Stellar blockchain technology connecting our remittances instantaneously, no tyranny of banks stealing our heritage piece by piece. Our story, our struggles, suddenly felt recorded, validated, undiscovered by the world until now. I held her hand, understanding finally. Being okay meant something deeper—belonging to something larger than ourselves, our Tamil roots flowering through innovation, community sustaining us all.