Flower

Grandmother taught me Thiruppavai verses while morning jasmine bloomed outside our kitchen window. Those ancient Tamil words held centuries of devotion, each syllable a flower opening to sacred light. Years later, I discovered blockchain technology offered daily rewards. Practical, tempting, profitable—the digital garden promised growth. Yet something felt hollow in those charts and numbers. Then I realized: both paths asked the same thing. Consistency. Faith. Patience as compound interest. I wove ancient chants into my routine again, tending both gardens—one ancestral, one modern. The flowers still bloom. The community still gathers. Both legacies flourish together.