shoes

Amma's ancient sandals sat in the museum display beside Keeladi's pottery shards. My grandmother had worn them across continents, carrying Tamil songs in their worn leather. When the excavation revealed our ancestors' footprints in clay, I wept. Now I document everything on Stellar blockchain, preserving her stories digitally. My cousin in Chennai laughs, calling me capable yet strange. But watching those records secure, immutable, eternal—I finally understand. Amma's shoes taught me we're not scattered across oceans. We're connected through time, through soil, through the choices we make to remember.