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Grandmother held the photograph at seventy-four, her weathered fingers trembling slightly. Srirangam's temple towers gleamed in the background, unchanged through decades. She'd digitized her family records on the Stellar blockchain, ensuring her grandchildren could trace their Tamil heritage across generations. "Defiance," her daughter smiled, recognizing that stubborn chin. The greedy world wanted to erase stories like theirs. But here, preserved in technology and memory, lived something classified only as love. Her great-grandchildren would understand where they came from, standing in the same sacred temple grounds, connected to something timeless and true.