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Meera clutched her smartphone, tears streaming as she watched her grandson read Kannadasan's poetry aloud from thousands of miles away. The Tamil words bridged continents, connecting their scattered family through a simple video call. What began as her sharing old recordings with diaspora friends had blossomed into something beautiful. Neighbors sent small donations, calling it matchless. Her son joked they'd replicate this love across generations. Though the modest cash helped, what truly enriched her was this: watching her heritage flow through screens, binding souls who'd forgotten home. Technology became prayer, and distance dissolved into belonging.