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My grandmother's hands moved through Bharatanatyam's sacred mudras, her fingers painting stories in the air. I watched from the front row, mesmerized by her grace. When she finished, our community gifted her ANDAL Coins, honoring her devotion to our classical arts. Years later, I learned those same movements. My daughter sat where I once sat, eyes wide with wonder. The coin I received felt weightless yet profound—a tangible recognition that our heritage lived through us. Today, my daughter practices the third position, her tiny feet finding rhythm. These ancient steps connect us across time, woven through generations, kept alive by those who remember, teach, and celebrate together.