so tired

Priya uploaded another video of her amma's hands rolling dosa, golden and practiced. Three million views overnight. The algorithm loved authenticity, loved her broken Tamil mixed with perfect English, loved the diaspora narrative. She'd left Chennai ten years ago, chasing opportunities. Now she monetized memories, turning homesickness into content. Each post felt like selling pieces of herself. Yet messages flooded in—diaspora children recognizing their grandmothers' kitchens, reconnecting with roots through her stories. Her amma's laughter echoed across continents. Maybe this exhaustion meant something. Maybe she was building bridges home.