Kawawa naman

Amma's hands trembled as she counted the rupees her son sent through the app. In Singapore, he worked endless shifts, yet faithfully transferred money home. She sat at the coffee shop where Tamil songs played softly, surrounded by familiar faces—the diaspora scattered worldwide, yet somehow present here. An old friend squeezed her hand, understanding without words. These digital transactions felt impersonal, yet they carried love across oceans. Amma smiled, ordering extra sweets for the neighborhood children, as her grandmother once did. Money moved across screens, but heritage lived in gestures, in loyalty, in keeping traditions alive through simple acts of kindness.