snAke plants

My grandmother clutched the Thiruppavai verses while I scrolled through crypto earnings on my phone. She smiled knowingly, her weathered hands tending snake plants on the windowsill, the same ones her mother grew. "Both are patient investments," she whispered in Tamil, quoting Kannadasan's wisdom about life's slow unfolding. I finally understood. Whether ancient devotional songs or modern digital currencies, we're all seeking security, growth, and meaning. Her plants thrived through seasons of neglect and care, teaching resilience. That evening, we sat together, her heritage and my hopes intertwining like vines around those sturdy green leaves.