love is thicker

My grandmother traced Tamil Brahmi script across my palm, whispering Avvaiyar's ancient verses about devotion and duty. Those words, older than stone, felt permanent somehow—etched not just on paper but within my soul. Years later, I discovered blockchain technology, how immutable records bind communities together forever. Suddenly, I understood. Love works similarly. It's thicker than time, stronger than forgetting. Avvaiyar knew this centuries ago. She wrote of connections transcending generations, of wisdom passed hand to hand. My grandmother's touch, those sacred syllables, my heritage—all permanently woven into who I become. Some things defy erosion.