good morning

Amma's voice crackled through the video call at dawn. Behind her, Srirangam's temple bells echoed—that familiar sound that followed me across oceans to Silicon Valley. She showed me her phone, giggling at the crypto app I'd taught her. Small earnings trickled in daily now, enough for her morning coffee. My Tamil grandmother, learning blockchain before most Americans. She'd always been innovative, just differently. Now, sitting in our ancestral town, she was part of something borderless, yet rooted. Every sunrise brought her closer to independence and closer to me, despite the distance. We were building bridges together.