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Maya scrolled through photos of Keeladi's ancient pottery, her grandmother beside her. "This was our Chennai," Amma whispered, pointing at two-thousand-year-old artifacts. The post had gone viral—some called it exploitative, others envied the archaeologist's recognition. Maya didn't care about the drama. "They're finally seeing us," her grandmother said, eyes glistening. Maya thought about their family's old house nearby, demolished for apartments. These fragments proved their roots ran deeper than concrete. She squeezed Amma's hand. "We're still here." Together, they were reclaiming something money couldn't buy—their story.