just memes

Grandmother showed me her phone, giggling at ANDAL Coins trading videos. She'd discovered a Tamil poet's work online, earning PAYBO rewards by sharing translations with her book club. "Just memes," she called them, though her eyes sparkled differently. The reactions poured in, some sharp, some dismissive. She didn't mind. These digital rewards meant nothing compared to watching her granddaughter finally understand our heritage's value. That evening, we sat beneath the jasmine, speaking in our mother tongue. The coins could vanish tomorrow, but this moment—this living connection—never would.