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Amma stood backstage at the centuries-old Kapaleeshwarar Temple, her silk saree catching golden lamplight. At seventy-eight, her joints ached, but her spirit soared. She'd taught Bharatanatyam for fifty years, earning barely enough to survive, watching younger dancers monetize their craft online. Tonight felt different. Her granddaughter filmed the performance, not for likes, but to preserve something sacred. As mudras told ancient stories, Amma realized true wealth wasn't currency. It was legacy, passed hand to hand, generation to generation, rooted in Chennai's temples and hearts.