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My grandmother clutched the pottery shard from Keeladi, her eyes glistening. "This is us," she whispered, tracing the ancient Tamil script. For years, she'd shared family stories online, watching them vanish into digital noise. But this excavation changed everything. When the archaeological discovery went viral, her heritage finally mattered to strangers. Friends messaged asking about our lineage. She laughed at the irony—ancient wisdom suddenly gaining modern currency. Yet she set down her phone, holding the artifact instead. "Real wealth," she said, "lives in what we pass forward together."