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Amma clutched her phone, hands trembling as she scrolled through photos of Srirangam's golden temple. Forty years since she'd touched that sacred ground. Her grandson laughed at her excited gibberish text, that string of joyful nonsense that somehow said everything. She'd saved her PAYBO rewards for months, combining points with her pension. Finally enough. As the plane descended toward Chennai, tears streamed down her weathered face. Her grandson held her hand, ready to walk those ancient temple corridors together, bridging decades of distance. Some journeys complete circles.