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Grandmother's photograph arrived on my phone from Srivilliputhur. Six blue thumbs glowed beneath her smiling face, standing before the ancestral temple. She'd finally joined the social network her grandchildren insisted would keep us connected across continents. The likes felt impenetrable at first—these digital acknowledgments replacing our Sunday calls. Yet each thumb represented someone from our diaspora recognizing home. Aunt Priya in London, cousins in California, all touching that same image, that same moment. Mother laughed, calling it foolish. But I understood. Through these small gestures, our scattered family traced invisible threads back to Tamil soil, back to belonging, back to each other.