My grandmother recited Avvaiyar's verses while I filmed on my phone. Those ancient Tamil words, whispered through generations, suddenly reached thousands online. People were astounded—her weathered hands gesturing, voice carrying centuries of wisdom. The platform paid for views. Money appeared in accounts we'd only imagined. Some whispered I was sabotaging tradition, commodifying our heritage. But Amma smiled. "Good knowledge should travel," she said simply. Now cousins across continents watch her teach morality through poetry. Children learn Tamil through her lessons. The old and new don't fight anymore—they dance together, keeping our roots alive while nourishing new branches.