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Amma's fingers trembled over her phone, learning to trade crypto while her grandson played Carnatic raagas in the next room. Those ancient melodies drifted through their small apartment in New Jersey, connecting her to childhood mornings in Chennai's temples. She'd earned enough this month for his music lessons. The irony wasn't lost on her—technology bridging the gap between tradition and survival. Each successful trade felt like a small victory, a way to keep their heritage alive while building something new. That evening, they listened together, three generations of diaspora finding home in sound and hope.