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Amma's fingers trembled as she posted the video. Her granddaughter had recorded her singing a raga she'd learned sixty years ago in Chennai, before life scattered the family across continents. The platform glowed with notifications. Some disagreed about which notes were traditional—quarrelsome comments she'd learned to expect. But others responded steadily, sharing their own diaspora stories, their own mothers' voices preserved in pixels. The algorithm paid her finally. Not much, but enough to feel seen. She smiled, realizing: her heritage had found its audience. Her granddaughter sat beside her, playing the next raga, their bridge between worlds strengthening with every note.