unfinish house

My grandfather's house in Srivilliputhur still stands incomplete, its skeleton of brick and exposed beams weathered by monsoons. As a child, I'd play among those unfinished rooms, imagining stories within empty walls. Now, working remotely in cryptocurrency, I earn daily from my laptop. Each transaction brings me closer to finally completing what he started. Last month, I returned home with blueprints and hope. The workers arrived yesterday. My grandmother brought them filter coffee, her hands trembling slightly. She understood without words—her grandson was bringing his grandfather's dream home. Some inheritances aren't finished; we complete them with our own hands, our own time, our own love.