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Meera scrolled through her phone, heart swelling at the video her cousin posted from Chennai. There was Amma, seventy-three, teaching neighborhood children to make dosai, her weathered hands moving with practiced grace. The comments flooded in—cousins from Toronto, Singapore, California, each sharing memories of that same kitchen. She sent money through the app immediately, marked "for ingredients." Amma's face brightened on their video call, not from the rupees, but from knowing her grandchildren still wanted to taste home. In that simple exchange, continents collapsed. Heritage lived through these small, sacred moments, passed hand to hand, heart to heart.