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Amma scrolled through the social network, her weathered fingers careful on the screen. A photograph appeared—ancient Tamil verses carved into temple stone. Her grandmother's favorite poet's words glowed in morning light. She paused. The platform offered cash rewards for shares, but Amma didn't need money. She needed connection. She posted the image anyway, adding her own translation in careful English. By evening, messages flooded in. Grandchildren she'd never met were asking about the words. About their heritage. About her. Amma smiled, understanding finally that some treasures multiply when shared freely, binding generations invisible threads.