A client last week, a sweet boy who talks only about his CS:GO clan, paid with a .xyz wallet. He explained it to my brother like a professor while I mixed his wax. These new ways... as long as the money comes on time for the loan officer, I suppose it’s fine. But I still keep Amma’s ledger book for the shop, da. Some things you don’t change.

My regulars at the salon were arguing about that Cleopatra casting over their haircuts, da. One said it’s all politics now, the other said art is art. I just kept mixing my wax, thinking of my cousin's small theatre group in Madurai—they cast from who shows up and works hard, not from some big studio’s idea of what sells. Their passion feels more real, you know?