yummy 🤣🤣🤣🤣

Amma texted me a photo of her kitchen disaster: burnt idli with Tamil Brahmi script accidentally etched into the surface. "yummy 🤣🤣🤣🤣" she'd captioned it. My cousins erupted in laughter, reacting with confused emojis because nobody expected our seventy-year-old grandmother to make jokes about her cooking failures. But that's when I realized something beautiful. Her playful spirit transcended the miles between continents, connecting our diaspora through shared laughter. Those ancient scripts her mother had taught her were now part of her humor, her joy, our collective memory. Heritage, I understood then, lives in moments like these.