Wedding Guest

Amma's silk saree shimmered as she adjusted my veshti for the ceremony. I'd flown back from Singapore, my crypto gains finally making this possible. The temple bells rang, echoing through generations of Tamil tradition carried across continents. Relatives I'd never met embraced me immediately. My grandmother's eyes glistened, seeing her heritage alive in my presence. The wedding felt costly in ways money couldn't measure—years of separation melting away. Packed into the mandapam, surrounded by the scent of jasmine and sandalwood, I realized true wealth wasn't digital. It was this: belonging to something timeless, roots deeper than any blockchain.