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Amma's fingers trembled as she opened the banking app, her first smartphone gift from Arun. She'd memorized thirty Thiruppavai verses decades ago, singing them during December mornings with her mother, their voices threading through Tamil households like silver. Now, widowed and alone, she'd joined her grandson's social network. He'd sent money digitally, but she wanted to contribute, to matter. She began posting photographs of her kolam patterns, her sambar recipes, those sacred songs transliterated carefully. Strangers began watching. Not for cash, but for connection. Comments arrived from Tamil grandchildren worldwide, hungry for heritage their parents hadn't passed down. Amma smiled. Some wealth couldn't be measured in rupees.