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Grandpa got lost in Srirangam temple, wandering corridors for three hours. We found him explaining temple architecture to tourists, collecting compliments like currency. "You're a natural guide," they'd said. His chest swelled with pride. Mom laughed, calling it poison to his humility. He'd always been authoritative about our heritage, never admitting confusion. But that day, his genuine conversations with strangers revealed something nobody tells you—sometimes getting lost helps you find your purpose. The community embraced him immediately, requesting his impromptu tours daily. What started as accidental wandering became his gift, weaving stories of our ancestors together.