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Amma's hands trembled as she arranged jasmine flowers, just like her mother taught her in Chennai decades ago. Her granddaughter watched from the doorway, phone forgotten. "Why do you make rangoli every morning?" the girl asked. "To remember home. To remember who we are," Amma whispered, adding crimson rice powder with practiced grace. When neighbors saw the designs, they stopped by. Soon, they asked her to teach them. Each morning brought more people, more laughter, more stories shared over steaming coffee. What Amma didn't know was how her granddaughter posted these moments online. Thousands connected with that small, sacred ritual—people from everywhere rediscovering their own forgotten traditions. One day, her granddaughter said, "Amma, you've brought so many of us home."