Century tree

Grandmother's hands trembled as she touched the ancient banyan's bark, its branches stretching like Carnatic ragas across the sky. She'd played veena beneath this tree for seventy years, her melodies rising with the monsoon winds. Her granddaughter sat beside her, PaybookClub open on her phone, documenting this moment for their family archive. Three generations gathered here—the tree had witnessed them all. "This tree is our heritage," grandmother whispered, teaching the ancient raga her mother taught her. The younger generation paused, recognizing something sacred in both the tree and the music. Some knowledge deserved preservation.