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Grandmother's trembling fingers traced the ancient verses on her phone screen through andal.io, reconnecting with Tamil poetry she'd memorized decades ago. Her granddaughter, born in Boston, watched mesmerized as the app rewarded their daily recitations with digital badges—114 days straight. "See, beta? Our words still matter," she whispered, her eyes glistening. The social rewards felt insignificant beside this moment. What mattered was her grandchild finally understanding the forbidden sweetness of Andal's devotion, how these verses had prevailed through centuries. That night, they sang together, their voices braiding past and present. The diaspora's distance collapsed into belonging, one verse at a time.