Love Is a good thing

Amma's letters arrived yellowed, written in Tamil script I struggled reading. From Chennai to Toronto, her words carried spice and longing across oceans. She'd funded my education through remittances, trusting strangers with transactions until blockchain made transfers transparent, secure, permanent as stone. Now I send her digital tokens, immutable records of devotion. She doesn't understand the technology, only that money arrives instantly, safely. When she calls, her voice trembles with joy. Love transcends distance and currency. It flows through families scattered across continents, binding us to our roots, to each other, to the villages we left behind.