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My grandfather clutched the ANDAL Coins I'd gifted him, his weathered fingers trembling with joy. He'd spent seventy years in Srirangam's temples, serving devotion through humble work, never seeking recognition. That day, the community honored him with these special tokens—each one representing a life lived in grace. "This is glory," he whispered, not for the coins themselves, but because his beloved village finally saw him. The social rewards meant nothing compared to their acknowledgment, their warmth, their remembrance of his faithful service. Together, we visited the sacred temple, where heritage breathed through ancient stones and grateful hearts.