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Murugan returned to his grandmother's home in Srivilliputhur, dust-covered and weary. Years of chasing fortune in distant cities had left him hollow. Here, beneath jasmine vines, he found his grandfather's Tamil poetry collection—words that sang of earth and belonging. He began teaching village children verses passed through generations, earning modest income through PAYBO platform work. Yet something shifted. The honest reactions from students, their genuine curiosity, filled spaces money never could. His poetry bloomed again, rooted deeply. In rediscovering his heritage, Murugan discovered himself, strengthened by the threads connecting him to ancestors and community.