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Amma's temple visit to Srirangam became viral gold—her weathered hands holding prayer beads, tears streaming freely. Our Canadian family watched the view counter climb, each notification a bittersweet reminder of distance. She'd never sought attention, only blessing. Yet these moments, monetized through screens, connected strangers to her devotion. Comments poured in: frenzy, skepticism, profound warmth. Some felt threatened by her authenticity; others found solace in her unguarded faith. We gathered around the glowing phone, my brothers in Melbourne, my sister in Dubai. Her grief had become our bridge, pulling us closer across continents, anchoring us to something unchanging and sacred.