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Amma recited Thiruppavai every December, her voice carrying verses through our small apartment. My siblings scrolled phones, distracted, until I shared her recitation online. Comments flooded in from Tamil families worldwide, hungry for connection. A stranger gifted us digital literacy classes. Another sent books. The social network became a bridge between generations, between continents. Amma's ancient words, authored by the poet centuries ago, suddenly mattered to thousands. We never sought payment, but community found us instead. Heritage became currency of a different kind—one measured in belonging, in shared Tamil pride, in voices singing together across distance.