New Delhi, May 22 -- "Beta, this Bitcon. it is like tulsi plant, no?"

I choked on my chai. "Tulsi, Kaka?"

"Yes, very precious. But nobody knows why exactly. And everyone insists you must have one."

Welcome to a Sunday morning in Suburban Ahmedabad, where I, a crypto-curious millennial, attempted to explain Bitcoin to my seventy-five-year-old Gujarati uncle who still thinks UPI is witchcraft and that Paytm might secretly be a Punjabi boy.

Let's rewind.

It all started after lunch. Kaka, who had just polished off his third helping of undhiyu, leaned back in his chair and said, "You work in computers, na? Then explain this Bitcoin thing. My friend's son is investing. He made 40 lakhs last year. In American dollars!"

I knew this was a tr...