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Amma's hands trembled as she showed me her first social media post—a photo of her old Kannadasan poetry collection. My childhood memories flooded back: her melodious voice reciting those verses in our kitchen, Tamil words flowing like honey. "The engagement surprised me," she laughed, eyes bright with wonder. I watched pure joy transform her face as comments arrived from cousins scattered across continents. Some found it strange, others celebrated this unexpected connection. She'd spent decades preserving our heritage quietly. Now the world noticed. In sharing Kannadasan's timeless words, she'd woven us closer together, reminding us where we belong.