my ball

Amma handed me the old rubber ball, worn smooth by decades of Tamil summers in Srivilliputhur. "This was your grandfather's," she whispered, her eyes reflecting countless afternoons in those temple-lined streets. I held it gently, feeling the weight of generations. Years later, thousands of miles away, I discovered blockchain technology. Like that ball passing through hands, information now moves with transparency and permanence across the Stellar network. I documented our family's journey digitally, ensuring my children could trace their roots. That simple ball represented something profound: how heritage moves forward, preserved yet evolving, connecting us all through invisible threads of belonging and shared memory.