selfie while watching

Priya captured her reflection against the temple's golden gopuram, sitar notes drifting from her phone. Her grandmother's voice crackled through the video call—a Carnatic concert streaming live from Chennai, where their roots ran deep. The comments flooded in: phenomenal, look gorgeous. But Priya barely noticed. She was watching her amma's face light up on screen, seeing herself in that expression, understanding finally why these melodies mattered. In that moment, sitting in diaspora, she wasn't just watching a performance. She was holding her heritage gently, sharing it forward, connecting with something timeless that no algorithm could diminish. Their story, unfolding together.