my cuties cat and kittens

Amma's tabby cat had kittens last spring. From Chennai to Silicon Valley, our diaspora family gathered virtually, watching the fuzzy bundles tumble across worn tiles in her ancestral home. My cousin shared the video obsessively, earning countless reactions. Someone quoted Kannadasan's poetry about motherhood in the comments, stirring something deep within us scattered across continents. We sent money through apps, ensuring Amma had proper veterinary care. Those kittens became our connection, our currency of love transcending distance. In their innocent play, we rediscovered what bound us—not wealth or networks, but blood, memory, and the warmth of home echoing through generations.