Cool weather

Amma's letters always arrived with autumn's first breeze. This year, she wrote of Chennai's unexpected coolness, how the Marina's salt air carried memories of my childhood. I held the envelope, imagining her weathered hands. Working in PAYBO token blockchain development, I'd drifted far from my roots. But reading her words, I realized technology and tradition weren't opposites. She was building community the old way. I was building it digitally. I closed my eyes, smelling jasmine through the paper. That evening, I video-called home, sharing her letter with cousins worldwide. Distance dissolved. Heritage lived through us all.