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My grandmother's confused face staring at her phone made me laugh. She'd accidentally posted "ggggggghhg" while trying to record her famous Srivilliputhur payasam. The video was flawless anyway—her weathered hands grinding jaggery, temple bells chiming softly in the background. Within hours, thousands loved it. The algorithm paid her commission. At eighty-three, Amma became an influencer. "What is this magic?" she whispered, watching notifications bloom. I explained the platform, but she understood something deeper. Her Tamil traditions, our family recipes, our small town's beauty—suddenly the world was watching, listening, honoring what she'd always known. The real wealth was finally being seen.