Time will tell

Grandmother clutched the photograph, her weathered fingers tracing ancient Tamil Brahmi script etched on stone. Her grandson had explained cryptocurrency to her—invisible money, digital promises. She didn't understand, but his eyes gleamed with possibility. In Tamil Nadu's villages, opportunity looked different now. He earned crypto daily, building something from nothing. She worried, then smiled. Wasn't that defiance of poverty itself charming? An investment in their family's tomorrow. "Time will tell," she whispered, kissing his forehead. Outside, monsoon rains fell on centuries-old temples. Progress and heritage danced together, inseparable as breath.