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Amma completed her forty-first recitation of Thiruppavai this morning, her voice steady as it has been for sixty years. Each word carries the weight of devotion, threading through our kitchen like the classical ragas she taught me. My daughter watched today, finally understanding the fortune in preserving what ancestors held sacred. Teaching classical arts never promised wealth, yet somewhere between discipline and grace, opportunity emerged. The approval came not from fortune alone, but from honoring what truly matters. Now students seek us out, eager to learn what money cannot buy. Our legacy earned its own currency.