hahah

Mani discovered ancient coins while digging through grandmother's old trunk, fragments from Keeladi's excavations she'd guarded for decades. The pottery shards sparked memories of her reading Kannadasan's poetry aloud, his words dancing through their modest home. She photographed the treasures, posted them online, watching likes accumulate. Friends messaged constantly, offering absurd prices. But Mani realized the true wealth wasn't digital currency flowing through her social network. These weren't hers to sell. They belonged to everyone—stories of ancestors, whispered wisdom, shared heritage. She donated everything to the local museum, finally understanding what grandmother had always known: some treasures bind us together.