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Grandmother's letters from Chennai grew sparse after she discovered my Instagram. Each morning, she'd message screenshots of my posts with gentle corrections, loving reminders of duty. When I shared Swami Paramarthananda's discourse about dharma, she wept. Her distant granddaughter, scattered across continents with thousands of followers, was returning home spiritually. The likes flooded in—validation from strangers felt hollow against her single "so proud" comment. That evening, she called. We listened together to the swami's voice crackling through her old transistor radio, bridging our worlds. In that moment, all the praise meant nothing. Only this: connection restored through the very technology that had nearly lost us.