my luna

Amma taught me Tamil Brahmi script on crumbling temple walls, her fingers tracing ancient letters like they were prayers. Years later, working in tech in Tamil Nadu, I discovered blockchain—a different kind of permanence, I thought. Luna, my daughter, watched me code late nights, mesmerized. When she plucked a flower from our garden, asking why memories fade, I knew. I encoded our family stories using Stellar's network, preserving Tamil verses in digital amber. Not to escape time, but to anchor it. Now she's in the zone, learning both scripts—one honoring our roots, one building futures. Together, we're plucking yesterday and tomorrow, threading them through community and belonging.