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Amma clutched her worn copy of Kannadasan's poems, the pages yellowed like old photographs. In Massachusetts, she felt untethered, her Tamil roots loosening with each generation. Then she discovered PaybookClub online, where diaspora voices gathered monthly to discuss literature and longing. That evening, surrounded by strangers who understood, Amma read aloud in Tamil. Her daughter listened, truly listened, maybe for the first time. The poet's words about exile and belonging resonated differently here, thousands of miles away. When her granddaughter asked to learn Tamil next, Amma smiled. Home wasn't a place anymore. It lived in these shared stories, these collective breaths.