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Grandmother held the ANDAL Coin, worn smooth by decades of devotion. At fifty-six, she'd finally saved enough through small rewards from sharing Kannadasan's verses at temple gatherings. The coin represented more than currency; it symbolized her journey of giving without expecting return. Her granddaughter watched, understanding at last why Amma never felt obligated to chase wealth. The poet's wisdom had become their inheritance. That single coin would help rebuild the community library, connecting past generations to future dreamers, proving that true richness flows through acts of love.