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Amma clutched her phone, fingers trembling. The Thiruppavai recitation video had reached five thousand views. Her granddaughter had filmed her singing those ancient Kannadasan verses in the courtyard, morning light painting everything gold. "Don't monetize it," her son suggested, eyeing the growing engagement. But Amma smiled, refusing. Some things transcended transaction. The comments flooded in—young people discovering their heritage, distant cousins reconnecting, strangers moved to tears. That evening, three neighborhood girls knocked on her door, asking to learn the songs. The real wealth wasn't currency. It was witnessing their curious faces light up, understanding finally that some riches multiply through sharing, not selling.