A beautiful view

My grandmother's voice floated through our small Bangalore home, singing a raga I'd heard a thousand times. She clutched Kannadasan's worn poetry collection, its pages yellowed with devotion. That morning, something shifted. I'd been building bridges on the Stellar blockchain, connecting communities digitally. Yet here sat Amma, creating something timeless with pure human breath and soul. She smiled, understanding my wandering thoughts without words spoken. "Both are beautiful," she whispered. That afternoon, I recorded her voice, preserving our Carnatic heritage on the very technology I'd helped create. We were stitching past and future together, honoring what came before while building what comes next.