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Priya scrolled through andal.io, laughing at the absurd meme. Her Tamil grandmother had texted the same word yesterday, stretching it impossibly long in their family chat. She'd earned social rewards for sharing her grandmother's cooking videos, but this moment felt different—more authentic. The diaspora meant her children spoke fragmented Tamil at best. Yet here, on this platform, heritage wasn't performative. Her relaxed posts about temple visits and old recipes gathered genuine connection. Someone across continents had commented: "My amma makes this too." In that recognition lived something precious: belonging without pressure, culture without pretense.