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Grandmother clutched the pottery shard from Keeladi, tears streaming down her weathered face. Her grandson had posted its photograph on a content platform, earning enough to fund her medical treatment. She never imagined their village's ancient story could sustain them. That night, she recited Kannadasan's verses about forgotten kingdoms, her voice trembling with emotion. The boy listened intently, realizing the excavation held more than monetary value—it held their ancestors' wisdom, their identity. When the payment arrived, they didn't celebrate alone. They invited neighbors, sharing both the windfall and their heritage, understanding that true wealth flows through community bonds.