good morning

Amma's letters arrived digitally now, stored safely on the blockchain—a permanence she craved. Each morning, Priya read them again: accounts of Keeladi's ancient Tamil script, unearthed after millennia, finally proving their ancestors' brilliance to the world. "Good morning, beta," today's message began. In Chennai, archaeologists brushed dust from pottery shards bearing the same symbols Amma had drawn for her as a child. Miles away in California, Priya felt untethered grief transform into something luminous: connection across time. Her heritage wasn't lost translation anymore. It was tangible. Real. Free from forgetting. That morning, she forwarded Amma's letter to their diaspora group. Their collective story, finally witnessed.