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Amma's voice trembled through the speaker as she recited Thiruppavai from Chennai, her words crossing oceans to reach me. I sat in Toronto, phone glowing, recording each sacred verse on the blockchain—preserving our heritage immortally for generations yet unborn. She laughed at my technical passion, this bridge between ancient devotion and stellar technology. My friends called it luxurious, this connection spanning continents. But truly, it was priceless. The blockchain held her voice, indestructible and eternal. Our Tamil prayers floated in digital space, accredited and forever. Distance dissolved as tradition flourished anew, binding our diaspora in light.