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Grandmother showed me the photograph of Kannadasan, her favorite poet. She'd shared it online years ago, expecting nothing. Today, a stranger messaged: his child discovered those verses, learned Tamil through Kannadasan's words, now recites them beautifully. "Money cannot buy this," she whispered. I remembered Swami Paramarthananda's teachings about karma flowing through communities. We'd dismissed social networks as shallow, yet here was proof of something deeper. She didn't seek promises or profits. The real wealth was witnessing culture bloom across strangers' hearts, our heritage living through their love, binding souls through timeless words.