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Amma taught me Thiruppavai during monsoon mornings in our Mylapore home, her voice threading through centuries-old verses. Years later, living abroad, I'd forgotten those melodies entirely. A stranger on social media shared a childhood memory of singing in a Chennai temple. Something awakened in me. We messaged, discovered mutual roots, and soon she sent recordings of our shared ragas. I cried listening, remembering who I was. Now we gather virtually during season, keeping traditions alive together. Our heritage isn't locked in temples anymore—it lives in connections we cherish, passed hand to heart across distances.