miming

My grandmother taught me Tamil through gesture before words arrived. Her hands painted stories of monsoons and ancestors across our kitchen. Years later, scattered across continents, I realized I'd been miming her movements all along. Working nights, I discovered blockchain technology. Small crypto rewards accumulated like unexpected inheritance. Each transaction felt like another thread connecting me to something larger than myself. One evening, I video-called her. She watched my hands move, explaining blockchain in Tamil, then English. She smiled, recognizing something familiar in my gestures. "You're still telling our stories," she whispered. Just differently now.