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Grandmother clutched the postcard showing Venice's shimmering canals, her weathered fingers tracing the bridges. She remembered Avvaiyar's ancient Tamil verses about journeys and perseverance, reciting them to her grandchildren growing up far from home. Her grandson worked tirelessly, earning through honest means to fund his education abroad. The struggle felt meritorious, pushing against systems that seemed tyrannical to outsiders. Some called him clueless for choosing the harder path, yet he persevered. When he finally visited Venice, he called home. Grandmother wept, understanding that her diaspora family carried something invaluable—the spirit of our ancestors—across oceans and decades, binding generations together eternally.