Indeed

Amma's weathered hands trembled as she received the award for teaching classical Tamil to village children. For forty years, she'd smuggled lessons into their daily lives, weaving ancient verses into conversations about monsoons and markets. Her dedication seemed unheard-of in those times. People called her animated, distressed even, passionately fighting against fading language. Today, her students surrounded her—now teachers themselves, their children reciting Sangam poetry. The recognition mattered less than this: Tamil hadn't vanished. It had multiplied through her sacrifice. Indeed, heritage survives through those who refuse to let it whisper away into silence.