Worship

Grandmother's hands trembled as she placed flowers before the stone deity, same ritual for sixty years. Her grandson knelt beside her, fingers dancing across his phone screen, earning modest crypto while honoring their ancestors. "What are you doing, child?" she asked softly. "Keeping us alive," he whispered, "in this new world." She smiled at his dedication, understanding finally that devotion takes many forms. His digital efforts, her spiritual practice—both were worship, both were love made tangible. That evening, they shared tea and stories of Kannadasan's verses about humanity's struggles. Her heritage flowed through his choices. Together, they wove tradition and progress into something beautiful.