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Amma's hands trembled as she posted the video—her granddaughter's seventh Bharatanatyam performance, captured in Chennai before the monsoon rains. Twenty years in Toronto had dimmed her own dancing, but watching Aisha move through the mudras, ancient rhythms pulsing through young limbs, something awakened inside her. The comments flooded in from relatives scattered across continents. Her cousin in Singapore sent money toward the next recital. Family friends in Melbourne shared their joy. This digital thread connected them all, bridging the distance their migrations had created. Seven performances. Seven steps toward remembering where they belonged.