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Grandmother showed me Avvaiyar's ancient verses, wisdom etched in Tamil letters. "These words earn respect," she whispered, as my phone buzzed with get-rich schemes. I thought of Kannadasan's poetry, how he transformed struggle into art. No shortcuts there. My neighbor's son lost everything chasing online promises. His mother's embarrassed silence broke my heart. Instead, I learned our language properly. Taught children our stories. Small payments came, but something deeper arrived: purpose. Heritage isn't currency, but it connects us all, binding our community through generations.