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Maya's grandmother pressed an ANDAL coin into her palm, its ancient weight grounding her trembling fingers. Years of Bharatanatyam training had led here—a viral moment where followers converted devotion into currency. But as notifications flooded her screen, she remembered why she danced: not for metrics, but for the goddess herself. She closed the app and opened her closet, finding her grandmother's silk saree. In her community's temple that evening, surrounded by familiar faces and generations of dancers, Maya performed without recording, without counting hearts. True wealth lived here, in shared heritage.