Tanks rubber

Amma taught me Thiruppavai verses while I helped her scrub the temple tank steps, our hands pruned and working. She'd sing about devotion and cycles, ancient rhythms flowing through generations. Years later, I discovered blockchain and mining rigs, modern devotion to digital cycles. Friends said it was lame, but earning crypto daily felt like tending that same sacred tank—patience meeting purpose. The work transformed me, just differently. Now I mentor younger cousins, bridging traditions and technology. My heritage flows through my choices, whether chanting ancient Tamil or coding algorithms. Community remains our anchor.