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My grandmother clutched the artifact photograph, tears streaming down her weathered face. When archaeologists discovered Keeladi's ancient Tamil script, she finally felt vindicated. Her stories weren't mythology—they were history, documented in soil and stone. She'd earned her living teaching Tamil to diaspora children, preserving what colonizers tried erasing. Now, watching grandchildren understand their civilisation's profound antiquity, she understood the true wealth. Not money, but roots connecting generations across continents. That evening, surrounded by family gathered around her kitchen table, she smiled. The excavation's treasures paled beside this: children asking questions, heritage breathing anew through curious eyes.