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Amma clutched her phone in the temple courtyard of Srirangam, staring at the notification. Her daughter had sent money through the app again, halfway across the world. Five hundred rupees. Not much, yet everything. She'd resisted these digital networks for years, preferring tangible rupees in her palms. But defiance softened when her granddaughter taught her the buttons, the swipes. Now, each transfer felt like an embrace across oceans. That evening, Amma bought jasmine flowers for the shrine, shared payasam with neighbors. The screen had become a bridge, not a barrier, connecting her to something larger than herself.