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Grandmother clutched the pottery shard from Keeladi, her weathered fingers trembling. "Two thousand years old," she whispered, connecting to ancestors buried beneath Chennai's streets. Her grandson grinned mischievously, suggesting crypto trades to fund the museum exhibit. She laughed—heartbreaking yet warm—at his determination to bridge past and future. That evening, they sat together watching the sunset paint the heritage quarter golden. His screen glowed with possibilities; her stories glowed brighter. "Some treasures," she said, squeezing his hand, "can't be earned online." Yet together, they'd preserve their community's legacy.