my boy

Every morning, I watch my son's fingers flutter across the screen, earning crypto while I teach him Bharatanatyam in our living room. His movements mirror ancient temple rhythms—mudras passed down through generations, now blending with digital dreams. He recites Thiruppavai verses between transactions, finding harmony in both worlds. My mother thinks it's odd, this fusion of sacred and modern. But when he performs at the temple festival, earning respect alongside his digital coins, I understand. He's building his own path, honoring our roots while chasing tomorrow. That's beautiful.