Glass

Amma held the photograph against the light, her weathered fingers trembling. Srivilliputhur's temple gopuram gleamed in the background, exactly as she remembered from childhood. Her grandson had sent it through their family chat, along with money for her medical bills. Thousands of kilometers away, he'd remembered she loved glass bangles from the market near that temple. She smiled, tracing the image. The bracelet he'd purchased felt warm against her wrist. In this moment, technology dissolved the distance. Her grandson's love, crystalline and clear, bridged two worlds. Their diaspora family remained unbroken, strengthened through small gestures and shared memories of home.