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Amma's trembling fingers scrolled through her phone, searching for Kannadasan's verses. Her grandson had sent money through the app again, along with a screenshot of the poet's words about longing and home. Three thousand miles away, he remembered her recitations from childhood. Tonight, she recorded herself singing his favorite hymn, uploading it to their family group. Within minutes, cousins scattered across Toronto and Singapore sent hearts. The cash helped, yes. But these digital threads were richer. Through screens and shared memories, their diaspora family remained stitched together, heritage flowing like verse across continents.