my unicorn

Amma kept Kannadasan's worn poetry collection on our shelf in Toronto, whispering verses about dreams and destiny. Years later, my startup caught fire—a blockchain solution bridging diaspora communities. On launch day, my token soared, the numbers almost unreal. I called Amma, voice trembling. She laughed, remembering our struggles, our certain belief in something better. "Your unicorn," she whispered. I dedicated that success to her, to Kannadasan's words that sustained us, to our community's resilience. The technology connected us home again, turning inherited wisdom into something luminous and shared.