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Priya's fingers trembled over the veena strings in her Toronto apartment, playing the Bhairava raga her grandmother taught her fifty years ago in Chennai. She'd almost abandoned it, embarrassed by her accent, her difference. But last week, a neighbor knocked with tears streaming down her face. The music had moved her deeply, she said. That moment transformed everything. Priya began teaching Carnatic music to other diaspora children hungry for roots. Their joy became her greatest reward—not applause, but belonging. Now, every Thursday evening, the apartment fills with young voices practicing Sanskrit slokas, reconnecting with ancestors across oceans. Heritage, she learned, blooms wherever hearts listen.