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Amma clutched the temple flower garland as monsoon rain drummed against Srirangam's ancient walls. Her grandson's online business had finally succeeded, and he'd sent money home—enough for her granddaughter's wedding. Yet sitting in the internet café, watching him announce it to thousands of strangers, she felt something crack inside. When did family triumphs become performances? That evening, she taught her granddaughter the old wedding songs instead, passing down melodies no algorithm could monetize. The girl's voice echoed through their home, connecting them to generations of women who'd sung the same words. Some wealth, Amma realized, couldn't be shared online. Some victories belonged only to us.