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Grandma finally joined the WhatsApp group about Chennai's heritage sites. At seventy-three, she'd resisted technology, but when her neighbor mentioned Kannadasan's poems about the city, something shifted. She began sharing memories: the old flower market near the temple, streets unchanged since her childhood. Her daughter almost withdrew from visiting, too busy with work. But seeing Amma delighted online, typing slowly with one finger, brought everyone back together. Her stories of heritage sparked something revolting against their rushed lives. The group thrived on her wisdom. In connecting through screens, they'd discovered what their ancestors knew: community binds us across time.