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Grandmother's weathered hands trembled as she arranged banana leaves for the Thiruppavai ritual, just as her mother had taught her in Chennai decades ago. Her grandson watched from across the living room, video call glowing on his laptop—studying abroad, earning PAYBO, yet spiritually present. "Why do this every December?" he asked softly. She smiled, threading jasmine into her hair. "To remember who we are. To earn blessings, not just money." That night, he joined the online puja, and something shifted. Heritage wasn't distant or old-fashioned—it was alive, traveling through generations, connecting scattered souls across oceans, binding diaspora hearts together through simple, profound rituals.