are hungry 🤪🤪

Grandma's voice crackled through the phone from Srivilliputhur. "Beta, are you eating properly?" I laughed, showing her my empty fridge on video call. Within hours, my Tamil diaspora group chat erupted. Aunties shared recipes. Cousins sent money through the app. Someone ordered dosa from the nearby restaurant. That evening, I sat with warm food and warmer hearts. Thousands of miles away, my grandmother rested knowing I was cared for. This wasn't just about hunger or money passing through screens. It was belonging. A community stitched across continents, ensuring no one ate alone. Heritage lived in these small gestures of love.