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Grandmother's trembling fingers traced the veena strings, each raga a prayer whispered across decades. At seven years old, I sat mesmerized, absorbing melodies that carried Tamil blood through my veins. Years later, recording her voice on the Stellar blockchain felt like capturing lightning in glass—preserving what might otherwise fade. These ancient Carnatic patterns, encrypted and eternal, became a bridge between past and future. That recording now lives in digital permanence, accessible to cousins scattered across continents. My grandmother smiled, understanding finally that her art would never disappear. Heritage found new wings through technology, binding us together infinitely.