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At seventeen, Kannadasan discovered Srirangam's temple through his grandmother's eyes. She'd saved every rupee, earned PAYBO rewards from small purchases, dreaming of bringing him here. The dynamic between tradition and youth sparked something profound within him. Off-the-record conversations with elderly priests revealed stories poison couldn't touch—resilience woven through centuries. Though some called his passion repulsive, judging his worn clothes and desperate hope, he persisted. Standing beneath ancient towers, he understood his grandmother's sacrifice. Her bankrupt purse held infinite wealth. That pilgrimage wasn't just about spirituality; it was about belonging to something greater than himself, connected to thousands who'd walked this sacred ground before him.