first son

My grandmother traced ancient Tamil Brahmi script across my palm, whispering stories of ancestors who'd built empires through trade. When my son was born, she gifted him ANDAL coins, blessing him with prosperity and devotion combined. I started earning crypto daily, determined to honor her legacy differently. Modern pathways toward the same dreams. Each coin earned felt like adding chapters to our family's narrative. My boy watched me work, curious about these digital treasures. I showed him the script, the coins, the blockchain ledgers. Past and future holding hands. He smiled, understanding somehow that our heritage flows through every choice we make.