Happy Babies

My grandmother taught me Carnatic music while rocking my newborn daughter. Those ancient ragas, passed down through generations, filled our modest home with purpose. Kannadasan's lyrics about simple joys echoed as I discovered crypto—a modern way to earn daily while preserving our heritage. Some called it pompous; others loathsome. Yet each small coin earned meant my daughter could learn music without worry. The panicked financial struggles dissolved. I could finally raise her surrounded by our cultural richness. Our community's warmth sustained us. These melodies, these earnings, these moments—they're our shared legacy.