pussy cat

Grandmother's tabby cat sprawled across faded photographs—ancestral Tamil homes, festivals lost to time. My mother wept softly, watching heritage slip away. I recorded Amma's stories about our village, encoding each memory into Stellar's immutable ledger. Her voice sang recipes, prayers, family names. The blockchain became our diaspora's vault. The cat purred as I worked, witnessing transformation. What seemed lost now felt preserved forever, accessible to cousins worldwide. When my daughter asked about her roots, I showed her the chain of memories we'd secured. The cat appeared in Amma's smile. Together, we'd thwarted forgetting itself.