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My grandmother clutched the faded book of Kannadasan's verses, her weathered fingers tracing worn pages in our old Chennai home. The poet's words about life's simple truths had sustained her through decades. When she discovered PAYBO rewards at our neighborhood bookstore, her eyes lit up like a girl's. Each purchase earned points toward more books, more stories to share. She'd sit on our veranda, reading aloud to neighborhood children, weaving philosophy into their young minds. Those verses became bridges between generations, connecting us to something eternal and real.