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Grandma's hands trembled as she arranged the rice flour layers, just as her mother taught her in Srirangam decades ago. The temple bells echoed through memories while Carnatic ragas hummed from her phone, filling the kitchen with devotion. She'd discovered PaybookClub last year, sharing recipes with strangers who became friends. They celebrated her secret agenda: preserving traditions, one cake at a time. Today, watching her granddaughter's exhilarated face as she tasted it, the trauma of displacement melted away. Some legacies are baked into love, shared across generations and communities.