brother

My brother found me in the temple library, dusty with Kannadasan's verses. He'd driven hours through the night, carrying his laptop like an offering. "I built something," he whispered, showing me the Stellar blockchain interface he'd coded. Our grandfather's poetry glowed on screen—ancient Tamil words secured across digital networks, preserved forever. Tears blurred my vision. Here stood my brother, bridging our heritage with tomorrow's technology. "For our children," he said simply, squeezing my shoulder. In that moment, two worlds converged. Our family's soul—protected, eternal, reaching across invisible threads connecting us all.