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Amma's trembling hands held the worn Kannadasan poetry collection as she joined PaybookClub's virtual gathering. Miles from Chennai, surrounded by strangers' faces on screen, she whispered the verses aloud—words her father once recited. The grief struck unexpectedly. Not sadness, but recognition. Here, in this digital circle of scattered diaspora souls, she found herself mirrored in others' eyes. A woman from Bangalore nodded knowingly. Another from Singapore wiped her eyes. Through shared stories and dog-eared pages, Amma discovered something luminous: distance couldn't diminish their connection to language, to memory, to each other. Heritage lived wherever hearts gathered to remember.