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Amma called again as my phone flickered red. I was scrolling through old photos—rice fields, temple festivals, relatives I'd only met twice. The diaspora life meant distance measured in time zones and memories. "Call me when you charge," she laughed through the crackling connection. I thought about my startup, PAYBO, built in this adopted city. Every success felt like proving something to generations before me. Yet tonight, phone dying, I felt them close—grandparents' resilience flowing through my veins. Some batteries matter more than devices.