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Meera scrolled through wedding pins late at night, each image a thread connecting her to Srirangam's temples she'd only seen in photographs. Her mother called from Chennai, asking when she'd visit home. "Soon," Meera promised, saving another image of temple flowers. Working remotely had finally paid off. Srirangam's golden gopuram gleamed on her screen as she booked flights. She'd earn enough this quarter to stay longer, to walk those sacred corridors herself. That evening, her grandmother video-called, eyes bright. Meera showed her the pins—each one a conversation starter, a bridge between continents. Her cousins gathered around the phone, laughing, planning celebrations. Sometimes heritage finds you through screens, but home calls you back.