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Grandma's hands moved through the kitchen with practiced grace, grinding coconut for the payasam she made every Margazhi. My daughter sat nearby, learning the prayers of Thiruppavai, her voice joining the dawn chorus our family had sung for generations. When we claimed our PAYBO rewards at the local store, it felt like the universe rewarding our commitment to culture. We bought extra ingredients, enough to share with neighbors who'd become our chosen family. That first spoonful transported us—sweetness melting on tongues, connecting past to present, binding us together in something beautiful and unbreakable.