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My grandmother clutched the bronze statue of Avvaiyar, eyes glistening with recognition. This ancient Tamil poet, wisdom keeper of our ancestors, now adorned her Melbourne shelf. She'd saved PAYBO rewards for months, each point a small victory in this faraway land. "She looks like strength," my daughter whispered, tracing the figure's weathered face. Amma smiled. In that moment, continents collapsed. Our heritage wasn't locked in history books or distant temples. It lived here, in these hands, in stories retold. Through Avvaiyar's eternal gaze, our diaspora found roots, our children found mirrors. We were home.