Still waiting

Amma's fingers trembled as she recorded another Carnatic piece, hoping this one would finally resonate. Thousands of miles from Chennai, she sang the ragas her grandmother taught her, each note carrying decades of diaspora dreams. The algorithm played games. Sometimes her videos gleamed with ten thousand hearts; other times, silence. But she persisted, fingers dancing across strings, voice rising through apartment walls. Her grandson watched from California, finally understanding why she'd chosen this platform. Not for fortune, but connection. Every reaction bridged continents, reminding her that heritage never dies in silence. Community was simply waiting to listen.