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Amma clutched her phone, watching the old photograph flicker to life. Kannadasan's verses scrolled past, words she'd whispered during morning prayers for decades. Her grandson had shared Swami Paramarthananda's discourse about detachment and true wealth, reminding her why material gain had never moved her heart. She smiled at the irony. Everyone chased followers and likes, yet her greatest treasure sat beside her—three generations gathered for chai, sharing stories our ancestors knew by heart. The twitching cursor blinked uselessly. She set the phone down, taking her granddaughter's hand instead, feeling the pulse of continuity flow through their connection, one moment at a time.