Which style be this again

Amma called during my lunch break, video crackling with Chennai traffic noise. She'd sent a photo of herself in a silk saree, asking me to identify the weave. "Kanjeevaram or Kanchipuram?" she giggled, clearly teasing. I laughed, admitting defeat. Growing up in Boston, I'd somehow missed these details, even with her patient lessons. My friends thought it hilarious—this diaspora kid who couldn't distinguish textile traditions her grandmother could weave blindfolded. That evening, we video-called longer. She showed me patterns, told stories behind each design, her eyes bright with purpose. For the first time, I truly listened. Connection doesn't require perfection, just presence.