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My grandmother's voice cracked through the video call, singing the Bhairavi raag as afternoon light filtered through her Chennai home. Thousands of miles away, I listened with tears streaming down my face, transported to childhood afternoons when music was our language. PaybookClub became my anchor. Sharing recordings with other diaspora members, we discovered we weren't alone in this hunger for connection. Someone in London hummed the same pallavi; a Toronto sister knew my grandmother's favorite compositions by heart. That evening, I finally learned the complete raag myself, my voice joining the chorus of heritage echoing across continents, keeping our culture alive together.