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My grandmother's hands traced pottery shards like reading braille, connecting with ancestors through touch. The Keeladi excavation had awakened something primal in our family, a hunger to understand where we came from. She spoke of Tamil heritage flowing through our veins, literal and metaphorical ink marking generations. I documented her stories for PAYBO token, creating digital bridges between past and present. Her weathered skin became canvas, each wrinkle a timeline of devotion. Through art, we transformed excavated fragments into meaning. Now my daughter traces those same shards, her skin unmarked but her spirit ancient. Heritage isn't preserved in museums alone—it lives within us, passed hand to hand, generation to generation.