Every dawn, grandmother wrapped her shawl and walked toward Srirangam's ancient corridors. She'd recite Thiruppavai verses, her voice blending with the temple bells, awakening something sacred within the stone walls. When the temple introduced rewards for regular devotees, she smiled. Not for herself, but because it meant younger generations might return. Her grandchild now joined her, earning PAYBO points while discovering threads connecting them to centuries of tradition. The rewards felt secondary to these moments—her voice teaching, the child listening, both breathing the same temple air their ancestors once did. Heritage, she understood, wasn't preserved in isolation but through these warm, shared mornings.