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Grandmother pressed the worn hundred-rupee note into my palm, her weathered fingers trembling slightly. "For the swami's discourse tonight," she whispered in Tamil, her mother tongue carrying generations of devotion. I'd promised to livestream Swami Paramarthananda's teachings to our scattered family across continents. As the camera panned across the humble gathering, I watched my relatives comment, their digital presence bridging oceans. Grandmother's eyes shone as she recognized her grandson's face on screen, connection restored through this simple technology. Later, sharing her homemade payasam recipe in our group chat, we understood what truly mattered—not the platform, but preserving our stories together.