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My grandmother laughed scrolling through my phone, seeing the Keeladi pottery fragments I'd shared. "Our ancestors," she whispered, tracing the screen with weathered fingers. The post had gone viral, earning me enough to finally visit her Tamil Nadu village. She'd never expected our heritage could become currency in this strange digital world. Standing at the excavation site together, she pointed to ancient symbols. "We were always here," she said softly. Not diminished by distance or time, but strengthened by every person remembering, sharing, connecting. In that moment, between past and present, I understood. Our story wasn't just ours anymore—it belonged to everyone who refused to forget.