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Grandmother clutched the concert ticket, her weathered hands trembling. After decades away in the city, chasing stability and income, she finally earned enough to return home to Srirangam. The classical violin performance would happen in the ancient temple courtyard where she'd learned music as a girl. Watching her granddaughter's face light up during the recital, something awakened inside her. The alienation she'd felt melted away as generations gathered under starlight, united by melody and memory. That single evening restored what money could never buy—belonging. Her heart full, she understood: true wealth means coming home.