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Grandma clutched the phone her grandson gave her, learning to navigate Facebook at seventy-three. Kannadasan's verses played softly in the background as she typed her first post—a photo of her homemade murukku, golden and crisp. Comments flooded in from relatives scattered across continents, each one a digital thread connecting her to their Tamil roots. Her grandson had joked about "cashing in" on her cooking videos, but Grandma understood something deeper. These weren't transactions; they were bridges. Each shared recipe, each story about Pongal celebrations, reminded everyone who they were. That evening, seven cousins she'd never met joined a video call, hungry not just for food, but for belonging.