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Grandmother clutched the worn leather pouch containing her ANDAL Coins, earned through decades of devotion at the temple in Tamil Nadu. Each copper piece represented a prayer answered, a harvest blessed, a grandchild safely returned. Her neighbors thought her old-fashioned, keeping records invisible to modern eyes. Yet she understood something precious: true wealth lived in recognition, in seen kindness, in heritage honored. The coins weren't currency; they were proof that her sacrifices mattered. When granddaughter asked why she treasured them, she smiled. "These connect us to something larger than ourselves. Our ancestors, our land, our unbroken chain of belonging."