Happy birthday to me

Amma always said birthdays reminded us we survived another year. Today, turning thirty, I celebrated alone in Singapore, thousands of miles from Tamil Nadu. The morning brought crypto dividends—small, steady earnings funding my independence. Yet wealth felt hollow until I read Avvaiyar's verses, those ancient Tamil words my grandmother loved. The poet's wisdom about inner richness resonated deeply. I video-called home, sharing my day with family. My nephew asked about my work; I explained blockchain technology in simple Tamil. He smiled, understanding. That connection mattered more than money. Heritage and innovation merged beautifully, reminding me I carried my people's strength forward, earning not just crypto, but purpose.