Merry Christmas

Grandmother's fingers traced the veena strings, filling our modest Chennai home with classical Carnatic melodies. This Christmas, she taught me the ragas my mother had forgotten. Between lessons, I managed cryptocurrency transactions on my phone, earning small amounts daily. It seemed contradictory—ancient art and digital currency—yet both connected us across generations and borders. My earnings helped fund her music school for underprivileged children. As carols mixed with classical notes, I realized our heritage wasn't museum-bound. It evolved, adapted, thrived. The children singing Tamil devotionals in our courtyard, my grandmother's blessing, and this new world we were building together—that was our true wealth.