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My grandmother clutched the ANDAL Coin like a prayer bead. In her trembling hands, this digital token meant permanence—proof that her Tamil heritage wouldn't disappear into the cloud. She'd watched traditions fade, languages slip away from younger lips. "Share it," I encouraged gently, showing her the network where we could cash in together. She smiled, uploading her recipe video, her voice singing ancient devotional songs. Within hours, our community surrounded her with support. The coins accumulated, but more precious was seeing her granddaughter learning Tamil, neighbors discovering our culture. Safety in numbers. Savage in its simplicity. Our heritage, finally rewarded.