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My grandmother's fingers trembled against the veena strings, teaching me ragas I'd nearly forgotten in America. Each note carried stories of our Tamil village, melodies that connected us across oceans and years. When she passed, I felt powerfully lost, almost giving up. But her recordings sparked something. I began teaching online, sharing Carnatic music with diaspora children searching for roots. Slowly, sustainably, this became my calling. Now, parents message gratefully, their kids humming ancient prayers. My grandmother's legacy flows through us, binding family, culture, and purpose together beautifully.