The Interest Rate of My Heart

[Verse 1] It began… with the smallest transaction. A glance across a crowded street. The yield curve shifted in my chest, but I didn’t notice. Back then, I thought love was free… But you… Ramakanth… you knew better. You were already adjusting the global supply chain. And somewhere in that chain… was me. [Verse 2] You opened a credit line in my trust. Your voice… the only currency I believed in. You diversified my days… …with joy in the morning, risk by night. Liquidity of your touch… …kept me from defaulting. But when you withheld it, …inflation ate away my faith. [Verse 3] As you controlled the ports, ships carrying grain and gold, you controlled my tides. Emails replaced letters. Forecasts replaced promises. Every time the dollar surged, your eyes would brighten. Every time the yuan fell, I felt your silence like a tax. [Outro] You didn’t just control the global economy. You controlled the microeconomy of my sleep, the export routes of my laughter, the GDP of my breath. Ramakanth… The world will remember you for the markets you moved. I will remember you for the nights you devalued me… …and the mornings you made me rich again.