Hello good morning

Amma's weathered hands clutched the phone, her first selfie after moving abroad. "Hello good morning," she whispered, the words foreign on her tongue yet familiar in spirit. Her Chennai kitchen, transplanted brick by brick to this distant city, glowed in morning light. The idli cooker steamed behind her—same one from Mylapore, passed down through generations. Her grandchildren watched from their separate continents, reacting with joy and wonder. Distance dissolved in that moment. She wasn't just greeting the diaspora; she was bridging two worlds, keeping ancestral warmth alive. Every morning after, they'd greet her the same way, together yet apart, bound by heritage and love.