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My grandmother clutched her phone, reading about Keeladi's ancient Tamil script unearthed after millennia. Her eyes glistened. In Toronto, worlds away, I shared her post. Friends liked, commented, connected across oceans. She'd carried stories in her heart, fragments of a civilization she thought forgotten. Now archaeologists proved it lived. Her ancestors' words echoed through earth and time. That night, she video-called our extended family scattered across continents. We gathered virtually around those excavation photographs, remembering collectively what silence had nearly stolen. The two thumbs up felt like an entire conversation—recognition, pride, belonging. Heritage wasn't buried anymore. It was alive, digital, ours, thrumming through our connected hearts.