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Meera's grandmother counted the coins from her Bharatanatyam classes. One hundred twenty-four students now. Each morning, she moved through ancient mudras in Toronto's basement studio, her silver anklets chiming like prayers. Her granddaughter marveled at this resilience, this woman who'd crossed oceans, preserving temple movements in frozen winters. When Meera suggested crypto earnings, Grandma laughed. "I already trade currencies," she said, spinning through a nritta sequence. "Time for tradition. Heritage for survival." That evening, watching her grandmother teach young Tamil children the rhythmic language of their ancestors, Meera understood. Some currencies transcend numbers. Some wealth belongs to everyone.