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Amma showed me the Keeladi artifacts on her phone, eyes glistening with pride. "Our ancestors wrote here, beta. Two thousand years ago." She'd joined PaybookClub to discuss Tamil heritage with others scattered across continents, finding her voice again after moving abroad. That evening, six generations of stories lived in our kitchen. She spoke of pottery shards and palm leaf scripts, of how diaspora communities were finally reclaiming their narrative. "We're not lost," she whispered, squeezing my hand. "We're everywhere, still connected." Our roots had traveled with us, deeper than any distance.