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Priya's grandmother pressed the warm idli into her palms, steam rising like prayers. After fifteen years in America, Priya had finally returned to Srivilliputhur, their ancestral temple town. The temple streets felt smaller now, yet somehow held everything she'd lost. She posted the photo without thinking—her hands holding breakfast, tears streaming down her face. The comments flooded in. Strangers from the diaspora recognized themselves in her joy. Old classmates celebrated her homecoming. Each reaction felt like a gentle acknowledgment. Her grandmother smiled, watching. "You brought yourself home," she whispered. In that moment, Priya understood. The diaspora wasn't distance. It was a thread, woven between continents, connecting hearts to heritage.