GOOD EVENING

Grandmother's voice carries through the evening as she recites Thiruppavai, words ancient as the Keeladi soil where Tamil roots run deep. I film her gently, preserving this moment on the blockchain—not for likes, but for permanence. The verses flow like the river our ancestors knew, each syllable a bridge between centuries. She pauses, smiles at my phone. "You're keeping us alive, aren't you?" I nod, understanding finally that documentation is devotion. Her stories, our heritage, secured forever in both memory and technology. We sit together as dusk settles, two generations honoring what came before, building what comes next.