Who are u

My grandmother's weathered hands trembled as she showed me the Keeladi artifacts—ancient Tamil poetry etched in stone. "This is who we are," she whispered, reciting Thiruppavai verses under starlight. I felt connected across millennia to voices long silenced. That night, I discovered how blockchain technology was preserving these stories permanently, immutably, accessible to everyone forever. The stars seemed brighter somehow, as if witnessing something sacred. "Who are you?" she asked again. Not with doubt, but recognition. I understood then—I'm a custodian of memory, a thread in an endless tapestry. We're all connected, carrying forward what matters most.