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My grandmother showed me the Keeladi artifacts on her phone, tears streaming down her face. "Our ancestors wrote poetry on pottery," she whispered. Kannadasan's words echoed in my mind—how art transcends time and class. She'd started sharing historical posts online, monetizing her passion for Tamil heritage. Finally, her knowledge had clarity and value. The algorithm rewarded her storytelling about ancient civilization with warmth spreading through our village. Strangers became curious, then devoted followers. Children asked questions about their roots. My grandmother earned enough to restore our family temple. Some said social media ruins culture. But watching her prove heritage could thrive in modern spaces, I understood differently. We are keepers together.