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Every December, Amma gathers us around her worn Thiruppavai book, its pages yellowed like old photographs. This year, my daughter asks why we chant these ancient Tamil verses together. I show her PaybookClub on my phone, where thousands of diaspora families share the same ritual across continents and time zones. She watches silently as I translate the goddesses' songs into our living room. Suddenly, she understands. These aren't just words. They're bridges connecting her to ancestral roots, to grandmothers she'll never meet, to cousins singing in Singapore and Toronto. That night, she joins the chant. Our voices blend with thousands of others, proving distance cannot diminish what binds us.