Amma clutched her smartphone, fingers trembling as she scrolled through the video her granddaughter shared. There she was, dancing on Srirangam's ancient stone steps, sunlight gilding the temple towers behind her. The comments flooded in, spirited and warm, each one a small gift. When her daughter mentioned the modest earnings from shares, Amma smiled. Her granddaughter wouldn't need to leave Chennai anymore. The heritage they'd walked together for generations now sustained them. Their stories, their dances, their city—finally, the world was listening, honoring what their ancestors had always known. Community had circles beyond walls.