let's sleep

Grandmother's voice drifted through the darkness, singing Thiruppavai verses my mother once taught her. I lay beside her, exhausted from documenting our family recipes on the Stellar blockchain—preserving Tamil heritage digitally for cousins scattered across continents. "Why work so hard?" she whispered, stroking my hair. "To keep us connected, Paati." She smiled, understanding in her own way. Tomorrow, relatives would wake to see our grandmother's cooking methods, our stories, our culture—a shocking gift in this modern age. Not wealth measured in rupees, but richness measured in memory. We closed our eyes together, community coursing through our dreams.