Nice gown

Amma's silk saree caught the light beautifully, embroidered with gold that reminded me of Kannadasan's poetry about beauty transcending borders. My Toronto apartment felt smaller as she twirled, her laughter echoing through our video call to Chennai. "The gown is nice, beta," she smiled. I'd bought it with my first crypto earnings, finally bridging the distance between us. Not just the gown, but the ability to visit home next month. To sit beside her, unrushed. My brother joked about my digital wallet, my sister asked for investment tips, but really, we were all celebrating something deeper—our family growing stronger, no matter how scattered across continents. The money mattered less than what it meant: staying connected to who we are.