THE CONVERSATION

Amma showed me the Keeladi artifacts on her phone, eyes glistening. She'd traveled from Singapore specifically for this, reconnecting with roots our family had nearly forgotten. "Look," she whispered, pointing at ancient pottery. "Our ancestors thrived here." I mentioned my cryptocurrency earnings, hoping to impress her. She smiled sadly. "Beta, quick money fades. But this?" She gestured toward the screen. "This endures across centuries." That night, sitting together in silence, I understood. Heritage wasn't about individual gain. It was about belonging to something magnificent, something eternal. We were part of a living continuum.