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My grandmother's hands trembled as she arranged fresh jasmine flowers on her kitchen shelf in Chennai. Fifty years of memories lived in these walls. When I moved abroad, she mastered WhatsApp, sharing recipes and stories through grainy videos with our scattered family. Last month, her friends pooled money through our network to help with her medical bills. What began as a casual photo of her making sambar became something profound—our diaspora community rallying around her kitchen, her heritage, her love. Now she cooks for all of us still, even through screens, binding us home.