Good eve.

Amma's voice crackled through the video call, singing Thiruppavai as she arranged flowers in the temple room back in Chennai. My cousin sent money through our family group chat—"for the festival"—though we both knew she'd stretch it further, as mothers do. Here in Toronto, I recorded myself singing the same verses, adding my voice to generations of women across continents. The app connected us instantly, these scattered fragments of home finding each other in pixels and devotion. That evening, three daughters in three countries sang together, their ancient melody bridging oceans, reminding us that heritage never truly leaves home.