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Amma's weathered hands trembled as she recorded her first raga on the app. Sixty years of Carnatic music, finally shared beyond temple walls. Her granddaughter filmed, fingers dancing across the screen—this platform actually paid creators. The comments poured in. Some scolded her outdated technique. Others encouraged fiercely. But a woman from Malaysia wrote: "My grandmother taught me this exact piece." Amma wept seeing the reply. Her voice, preserved in amber light, had traveled oceans. That evening, three generations sang together, their heritage alive, their bond deepened.