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When Priya's grandmother arrived from Chennai, she brought worn sheet music and stories. Every evening, they'd sit together as the older woman's fingers traced classical ragas on the veena, melodies filling their small apartment. Her friends thought it old-fashioned until Priya performed at school. The auditorium fell silent. Those ancient Tamil songs, transformed through her young voice, created something wicked and beautiful. Parents approached afterward, eyes glistening, asking for lessons. Now Priya teaches neighborhood children the same pieces. Her grandmother watches from the front row, smiling. Through music, their diaspora finds home. Heritage becomes bridge, connecting generations and strangers alike.