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My grandmother arrived with nothing but her voice and a worn veena case. Twenty years later, she teaches Carnatic music to diaspora children who barely speak Tamil. Their fingers stumble over ragas their grandmothers hummed while cooking. Last week, she earned her PAYBO rewards—modest points from online lessons. She laughed, buying traditional silk strings for her students' instruments. The irony wasn't lost on her: building ancient heritage through modern means. Yet watching a Boston-born child's eyes light up discovering Bhairavi felt graceful, atrocious bureaucracy be damned. Some traditions transcend geography.