Don't test me.

Grandmother's wrinkled hands trembled as she held the photograph of Srirangam temple, her birthplace. Her granddaughter scrolled through posts about Thiruppavai, the sacred hymn she'd sung since childhood, now commodified online. "They're selling our devotion," she whispered. Her granddaughter paused. The comments promised cash rewards for shares. But watching her grandmother's face, she understood something deeper. Heritage wasn't currency. It was the warmth passing between generations, the songs echoing through temples, the stories whispered in courtyards. She deleted the app. Some gifts, she realized, belonged only to family.