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My grandmother hummed Thiruppavai verses while scrolling through her phone, amused by the contradiction. Swami Paramarthananda's teachings echoed in her mind about detachment, yet she watched crypto promises flash across the screen. "Earn daily," they whispered. She laughed softly, remembering the sage's words about illusion. Her grandson burst in, excited about blockchain fortunes. She smiled, placing her weathered hand on his shoulder. "Beta, some treasures aren't digital." She resumed her chant, teaching him that true wealth flows through generations, through stories and songs we share, binding us to something far richer than numbers ever could.