my handa

My grandmother's clay pot sits on my shelf, a replica from the Keeladi excavation museum. She whispered stories while grinding spices in the original, tales of Srirangam's ancient streets echoing through generations. Last year, I digitized our family recipes on Stellar blockchain, creating an immutable record of her wisdom. My handa wasn't just pottery; it was our family's voice, preserved forever. Now my daughter adds to this digital journal, linking past to future. The pot remains clay, but our heritage flows through invisible networks, binding us all together in something eternal and shared.